So much wasted paper in futile attempts to describe to idiots the intricate feelings I no longer possess. Gone in time all my loves and desires save one: him. My legs tremble for him. My lips form to his.
My heart dies.
I am too late. He no longer lives. I no longer care. I want him only to understand…
Take me as you need me. Use me as you please. I have you as you allow me;
But never truly.