my eyes have sunk too deep into a passion
so far beyond me
my fingers, the bone of my marrow
which helps me speak of my disingration towards you
so masculine, myself
I have disposed of my feelings
like a man of culture
so torn from my woman
I inherit my coldness
like that of a uneducated civilian

Im prone to the pain that makes me bend like
a lost child
back curved
spine exposed
stomach caved in
hurt and dispensful
interagted
never confronted

never hearing a tongue
to help me out of my core
a distraught youth
in my abyss
towards you

burnt
smothered
winter
coldness and searing
in the heart of a love
that persecutes my existence