I reach out to her,
but why?
to find the one thing yet which was never there before.
i am grieving
this is a death.
imperfect though it was
it was love.
our souls so fit together
but not our lips.
the joy i could not feel
became the disease
that killed us.
i want to change it all
but I cannot.
she is the sweetest center
what other love could be as good?
every woman i know
leaves me so uninspired.
every woman i find attractive
vibrates with energies
that reject my being.
her touch drains my soul.
my words kill her heart.
this really sucks
she deserves better than what i gave
and what do i deserve?
