Platonic love was such a thing
a thing that could not be found
in the crevice of an individual but rather on the shore of an ocean.
Few would be lucky
lucky enough to receive and the rest were left like me; innocent like crystal rock but abstracted by temptations from men
who didn't deserve to know me the way I sanctioned them too.
  And so I placed my vitality not in the crevice of any particular individual but rather on the shore of the **** ocean. Because platonic love had been effaced from totality.