New Relationship
I already don't like you
even as I cling to your warmth
and allow you to caress me tenderly.
Moaning, any lustful union
is a sort of death -
No life will come of death
No future will be found in death
We were finished before we met
Concluded before we began
Cursed before we could be blessed
Dead before love could be created.
I feel peaceful and warm,
ensconced in your gentle demeanor,
you who are so willing and eager
to love and be loved.
I am an artist
and an actor
and a fake
and a cheat.
Alone in my tyranny
Separated by my black heart
Unable to give you what you want
I extend and kiss you and sigh.
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