I am alive. You are gone.

You can't understand.
I don't understand.
I want you to understand.
But you'll never understand.

I am steadfast.
You are fleeting.

The myth of One stained my blood.
Over and over it coursed.
Through the same path, unobstructed,
A structure changeless and reinforced.

I am reproduction.
You are fertility.

Save me from insanity.
Let it, in rapture, be smothered.
I think you are a psychopath.
Even though you love another.

I am carnal.
You are cruel.

I don't smell quite right, right?
But sufficient for a fuck.
Staccato kisses produced static.
They were awkward promises struck.

I am graceless.
You are callous.

Acceptance, keep out.
I cannot say,
I love you I love you.
Yet do not let me stray.

I am immovable.
You are unfixed.

But you let me just one time.
I cried and cried and cried.
Connection is a simple fact
that died, it's dead, it died.

I am alive.
You are gone.