Sometimes it really
gets to be too much
the give and take
the love and hate
the empathy that tastes
too oft' so bitter on my tongue

and so I seek seclusion
and try to pass illusions
into mist

Vaporous, the kiss
of one who loves
but not for real
and thus frustration builds
as they tease and tempt
but then withdraw
just at the moment
when true love might flow

as time and time again
they say they love
then disappear
just in the moments of
my greatest need
for ecstasy made real . . .


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