Abused

3/02/14

Entrapped by your gaze I'm afraid.

Deceived by who I conceived you to be.

I've used no discretion other than to discern you from what I wanted and what I'm lacking.

I yearn for you but cannot have you.

Understanding you as a tragedy that is perhaps necessary to what we perceive as the human condition.

I falter.

I am abused.

I scorn no more.

The depths of my chest and head are filled to the brim with surrendering energies.

They choke me.

This ambiguity, uncertainty reaches into my being and carelessly picks at the strings that hold me

together.