Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Indulging in you.

Indulging in you
is impossible.
It is the opposite of celebration.
I cannot sit on thoughts of you for too long
as your absence
and the memory of your presence
mixed together
produce overwhelming sorrow.
There is nothing I could do that would
make me feel good
when it comes to you.
All experience is laced with hurt
with longing

with where the fuck are you?