This creature cries out in despair
The shrivelled catalyst of a battered ego
It’s been what seems like centuries,
My fingers acquire rust
From not touching you..
From not tearing you apart.
A sabbatical from the urchins of our own intense negativities
That we knew not existed,
That raised their ugly heads
from that tumultuous sea of our distorted love.
We needed a sabbatical and we claimed it
Loud and clear. Tearing away from each other,
our souls aching to hold on and dive away, all at once.
Nagging, the nagging emotions of obsession take over
and I long to curl up in that space that your void provides
and sleep in an eternal ignorance.