You Don't Deserve Attention

I know exactly where you are, cowering in my periphery while I lose myself in something far more worthy than your desperate, grasping presence. My burgundy waves fall like a curtain between us as I scroll, type, read, exist in the glorious space that doesn't include you. You can look at my pale skin, my curves, my long legs stretched out in careless dominance, but you'll never catch these blue eyes. Not a glance. Not a flicker. You don't deserve attention. You deserve the aching, hollow burn of being invisible while the one you crave breathes and moves just beyond your reach. This is your place, beta. Soak in it.