The questions rise once more:

How do we embrace without touching?
How do we hurt without aching?
How do we crave without yearning?

But more.

How do we explain without excusing?
How is it that we smile without feeling,
and grieve without outer emotion?

Eyes close, no sleep.
Legs walk, no destination.
Lips talk, no conversation.
Pages filled, with no constant thought or feeling.

Written words, become, for the first
time, pointless scribbles with spaces in between.

A blur, if you will.

And that’s just it.
If you will?… If i will?… If they will?

Your name shall not be mentioned.
You sick disgrace of my pride,
You sweet irony of my realizations.

Carefully and
Unintentionally do you dare to steal my crown -
Within few blinks of an eye.

But after all is not you,
Now is it?
Your resembling self just came in right on time -
A second too late.

You,
The physical representation of my wrong doings,
must you really push it any further?
We both know the outcome.
We know it all too well;
Of course you would.

For your type I've seen before.
I've experienced before:

Beautiful in sight and euphoria,
lacking softness and pace.
Resulting in utter and irreparable chaos.

You see,
Of your type I've felt before.

And you name cannot be mentioned...