essentia

my arms remained open, but you were no where to be found. I tried ignoring you and the blood that claimed we were bound. retreat is a step away but my feet won't listen, inflated with loneliness I questioned you from that glass you glistened. you never answered. still with open arms, I asked you who you were, I demanded your core, but was given a value holding an unknown value. I was given nothing. disappointed and disgusted you bathed me in pity and grief, like some stinking skeptical stray. with wide open arms, I won't await your response, meet me on the highway to success, maybe the name I carve for myself shall glimmer, maybe I'll simmer on your exquisite outline, even so my desire shall not be quenched.