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?