Existential hurt

There’s no way out

Of this existential life

A cycle of pain, with no purpose

There’s no way out

Of unrequited love

A mosaic of abandonment

Your touch enflames me,

With hurt not intimacy.

Your eyes accuse me,

Of confusion

What irony.

A hurricane of uncertainty with you in its midst

A scream of profanity

That it has come to this.

I try to refuse you, but it seems I cannot.

Incapability my new found attribute,

I try to claim you, but you want not,

Feelings of a religious prostitute.

Platonic love treated like animal lust,

A taint on the beauty of purity.

 A psychedelic masterpiece of regurgitated brainwash.

What have you done to me?