I Used To

I used to search for a love like yours,

Brutal but fulfilling,

Search for a soul to deny me my desires.

Intoxicate me with lust

It is from the ground we once came and

Will soon, again, return to dust.

— Before we do, simply promise to fill this hole.

Plaster me with vague concepts

Reveal to me dark truths...

But remain to me unattainable, my love... My muse

— I'm awake to this love in its entirety.

What was to be said, was for me to speak.

What was to be seen, was for me to see.

What was to be heard, was for me to hear.

But what was done;

That was beyond my understanding.

- T.W