There are claims of disillusionment,
my pulse tells me I'm alive but I don't live.
there are moments of pure sweet clarity
and it streams like water clean and cold.
I don't believe that what I have ...what I am...is no more flawed than any other.
Open the doors and let the light shine.
Cant begin to tell you how I feel.

Rivers of passion run wild in my soul,
I miss you to distraction.
I am too weak...I am to obsessed...
crave your touch...your heart beat...your rhythm
behind my eyes I see only you when I go to sleep...while I sleep
and with every waking hour.

This demon that possesses me, is relentless.

You have finally learned to tune me out...turn me off and the moments we shared
are memories put away to protect yourself.

You have become stronger....as I melt and anguish in my wants and desires and await for your return.

Vulnerable

I've been told in a very quiet way that I have to be patient, that it's going to be tough on me.
That it's going to be tough on everyone.
That there are no guarantees...I sense the distance...I do understand

but what I feel...what I experienced...I've never been good with grey areas.

I miss you after the bubble. Want more of course because it was light and easy.

When I experience such intimacy with you, it was very hard to let that go.

I'll be fine....just ....at the moment...vulnerable and feeling the distance.