"i wish
i'd loved you better..
and that you
see me clearly
without disguise.."

as for love slipping away:
"we cannot continue for long
to exist sanely
under conditions of absolute reality. . ."

"to truly love another person
is to accept that
the work of loving them
is worth the pain of losing them. . ."

everything that i love
is me
the same way everything
you love
is you

you became a part of me..

and to feel you..watch you..hear you
slipping from my fingers..
feels like a vital piece of me
is being suddenly and violently
ripped out from within . . .