I'm reluctant to admit
That these curtains of flesh
Hide static empty rooms
The cold hard floors of which
Have shrieked with so much pain
When thick calloused feet
Trudged shamelessly upon it
That a timeless ache
Now reverberates constantly
From its sodden interiors
I'm reluctant to admit
That the numerous clusters
Of sparkling galaxies
Which used to shimmer and shine
Resplendently within me
Have been swallowed
Veritably
By a ruthless black hole
Which has rendered their shine
Imperceptibly weak
I'm reluctant to admit
That I've slowly become
a pale ghost
Of who I once used to be
And so I'm always afraid
To admit distressingly
That you will never
be able to find
The epitome of
A happily ever after
That you so desire
To seek in me