Lips – uneven and plump,
A crooked smile lined with a haggard beard,
Wrinkly dimples, misaligned eyebrows.
Not the slightest bit of attraction arose,
But the need to be held permeated through my very being.
Furrowed eyebrows traced with lust
With eyes that oozed sympathy, all that I could never trust
Your burly arms wrapped around the deformed being,
I no longer acknowledged as my own
I stood there, overwhelmed by your kindness
Paralyzed by the thought of losing it all
To fall into darkness once again.
For another soul, I could never touch.
Another meaningless encounter
Perpetuating the curse of discontent
Yet I pulled in, towards the face
Of another empty vase, for which I felt nothing but disdain
Another scar that will forever remain.