11/12/13 Passion Empty

The sublime of a woman
Is something I feel I can not describe anymore
The connection has been lost
And I’ve forgotten
What the feeling of passion is like
What it is like to have someone tear at you
Need you for the feeling
Of never being alone
Because you’re connected

The heat has burned out
and flames turned to ice
My body doesn’t remember passion
I might not be able to create it anymore
It is frail and small
Lonely and cold
It lives on its own
Feeding off it’s own fat
Seeking nutrients in places desolate
No longer understanding it’s basic needs
It crashes and sees that as potential

It survives by itself
But it does not live
As it once did with you


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