what of it?

this quiet desperation
this bitter longing
this hopeless destitution
this unspoken love
all of my senses are alive with it
my thoughts are hollowed out
so they may all encapsulate it
unmade promises
unwished-for dreams
unthinkable thoughts
how do i say i love her?
tell her of the yearning for her i feel?
the way she looks
the way she moves
i want to fuck her
push away this notion
it gets in the way
it clouds my vision
this gentle impulse is tainted by my physical need
this love dies, lust consumes me
this tarnished purity, shattered crystalline clarity
touch, hold, fuck, death
i'm so caught up in physicality i've forgotten how to feel