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.
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