Our embrace was a sweet abandon
From the bitterness of life.
Your incomplete perfection inspired
My ever-growing mind to fullness,
A fullness becoming foreign to me.
What I have lost,
The essence of love,
Or the trueness of living?
I have lost you,
Your caring self,
And condemned you
To the depths of my underworld.
Realization now floods my mind
With guilty and undesirable images
Of half-hearted pleasures never achieved;
Of lies never told but spoken aloud;
Of what could have been;
Of what never will be.
Created: Mar 18, 2012drfudgy Document Media