nothing more

I crave an intimate connection
no second guesses or bitter betrayals of the words we once vowed were forever
now crumbling my visions of eternal with new words:
I never want to see you again.
and all at once I knew-
intamacy is what I fear
what I still crave
what I know will kill me.
But to wilt in the precious arms of dillusional perfection
well there is nothing more
I want.