a second thought
perhaps it's far too late to break
obsession grows with each
indication of loss
i feel
my ability to heal
once again questioning
our lost cause after all
for three straight days i've seen you
in all dreams, in actuality
i feel as though i'm running
from something I was meant to do
whether it is wrong or right or not
even if it brings me harm in the end
weakness and passivity returns
no ability to drag myself from your photograph
weeping as if someone has died
Denial now laughs at me and says,
"What have you done now?"
in the dark depths of my mind
my secret wish:
a lock-and-key affair
where
a move far away
co-habitation takes place
quiet meals at home
security
damp summer days and nights in the forest
further out west
our eyes seen glowing in the night
two pairs as one
all outsiders shut from our world
i succumb to you, no matter good or bad
my inspiration
you've sunk your pinchers right in