Falling out of Ecstasy
I thought our passion so pure.
So deep so undeniable.
Like water flowing through a water fall.
Are breath, our touch so in sync.
My desire, my wanting, so overwhelming.
Both pleasurable and daunting.
My desire to be close, delusional.
My hope to be together, void.
My pushing terrifying and frustrating.
Your avoidance and secrecy painful.
A future never to be told.
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