I've been lost in a forest that
I have never been able to recognize,
With every passing day, thick,
Unenchanted fogs of unfamiliarity
Entered my lungs, unwelcomed.

Such a suffocating routine,
where Once soft mosses grew
on the Wrong side of the willows,
Beneath a constant shadow of
Self doubt, as I crawled on
reddened knees, and Sahara dry hands,
Searching, eyes wide open,
yet blinded.

My fingers felt around for
the wants I had begun to bury
earlier this year, maybe even before.

I had accepted my inadequacy for monogamy,
as I stood hollowed,
Lacking the ability to give my entirety
To someone whom I Loved,
Like you're supposed to do,
If it so be true.

Sobbing from time to time,
hidden among tall wheatgrass,
Where even favourited horse feathers lost their tickle to the palms of my hands,
I sat, upset, even, angry at myself for