You’ve broken our vow of silence,
unspoken and sacred as it was,
and now I am two men again,
alone without you,
tired of loving you,
now a mad man who wanders in cloudy solitude,
a broken human machine,
cursed not by a devil,
but by an angel.
unspoken and sacred as it was,
and now I am two men again,
alone without you,
tired of loving you,
now a mad man who wanders in cloudy solitude,
a broken human machine,
cursed not by a devil,
but by an angel.
What is it about my existence that you still need?
Some lost connection in your brightly perfect soul,
that in your genuine and boundless desire for my friendship,
you destroy me.
I am no longer an island
but a pair of them,
a murky channel of undefined depth between the two,
I sleep next to someone new these nights
pledging my love to her,
yet I cannot stop writing poetry about you.
10.22.09
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