I’ve faired my hands
At both men and women.
ANSWER :I’m better off as no one’s wife
This failure says more about me
Than the objects of my affection.
My love for what was, and what will never be
emotional unavailability as a lifestyle.
My need to be someone, anyone’s saviour
I just want to be the one reason you breathe
What a Christ complex!
So now I’m Chiron, the walking wounded
Unable to give into death’s pull.
A hermetical oddity in today’s world
On the quest to turn pain to gold.
Seeking to lose the self that craves
What brings suffering
Running toward suffering every time
My eyes turns from my fraility to yours.