Can you, The Sadist,
Feel love?

Who knows?
What is in store for me.
Unlike you-
Not looking for rubber lust
or *** in cowardice-
with the mannequins of my past.

And I'm Lovesick-
not evil, or loon.
Never desperate for the intent to
engender anguish.

I don't play the guitar anymore.
I don't write songs about you.
My door stays locked now,
and it is of my own vengeful hope that
en route to our planned visitation,
you crash this time.