Fourteen

I fainted in your presence
no whim
no whimsical mystery
—you break me

Caught in the crossfires of
my heart
&
my desire

The romantic intellect
vs
The chemistry when we met

[Kill me] (take me under)
(I’m no lover) [but a martyr]

I cannot accept my own physical multitudes
I exist in boundless emotional identities
Within one mere physical realm

I sever these existences
I sever my chances

graham watts