I have died a certain death
Hope and love seems so farfetched
No one shareS my lustful breath
An empty space where you once stretched
And I oft doubt what I had then
The depth of your emotion when
Your tender touch replaced with pen
Would visit me but not sure when
And I'm in pain in my demise
No longer locked into your eyes
The times of warmth such a surprise
I wonder now if mere disguise
I'm haunted in what I think
My tortured soul on the brink
Of multi-facet turns and kinks
Attractive option is to sink
To question who you were seems fair
Did I misunderstand that stare?
The one that seemed to say you care
Was it just sex that kept you there?
And so the question I now pose
Please say, were there more highs than lows?
Easier for you to dispose
Of what it was? I don't know.