You sort of just abducted my heart.
Your desires are daunting.
The morose nature, of your overdosing
on painkillers,
is daunting.
You hadn't seemed mutable.
The painkillers were nadir to our love,
To your love.

My bones are brittle.
Your self esteem is fragile.
My soul is timid.
Your thoughts are feral and you bypass its limits.
You doubt my fidelity.
The wounds are severe.

You're a novice lover,
but I am too,
sort of.
So are we neophytes?

I'm enthralled in the wonder.

Let's not desecrate love, please..