Lust

I am the opposite of love, I am dystopian in a rainbow cloud, so few of them left because promises are meant to be broken and it is easy to see the obvious for the eyes see, the hears hear, the emotions well do, the senses understand, subtle gestures are taken note, demeanors noticed. I am pride, I am a black hole, wanting more, like you, parading your trophies with a demure look like they don't mean anything, waiting for the aha moment, when the congratulations come about, your smile to me, jubilant and of course I congratulate while simmering, you note the simmer, smile even more, I want what you have.