Gone

The more I love (you), the more I lose (myself).

The more I show my desire to be your lover (passion) in our impossible connection, the more I am told it is welcomed drama (infliction).

The more I try to hold you close (desire), the more you resist my desperate plea for your human affection (tenderness).

I try and stand strong in the faith I have (love), but I am consistently left outside alone (pain).

Now your feelings are gone, and all I can do is sit here and continue to be alone.

I won’t be broken again, I won’t fall apart.