Meeting My Love Of Emptiness

 
In the aftermath of pleasure he loved giving so he may feel something...anything beyond the empty death that was life for him his eyes spoke to mine.
He spoke in the riddles that had answers in my mind and he filled me with something...an admiration for his emptiness maybe? A love for the sweet but deadly caress of his laughter in my ears? Or maybe I loved him because he lacked ability to love!
Maybe I was drawn to meet his eyes because he was what couldn't be tamed or kept...
Its plausible to assume I feared love and so to love what wasn't to be found was a bargain I'd clung too, just as my eyes clung to the chill of the emptiness that stared back to my wonderment.
I love him, his mind travels along the edges of mine, and he clings to them while always thinking of me...He''ll never love me, but he doesn't need too..the lie of such in my ears as my body glides to the motion of his is a death that lives and enough to ease the ache for what I fear most and what he is no longer capable of knowing.
I could never fill his emptiness with my own but perhaps momentarily we seep over to spill our ink together...
Love is a cold hearted bitch that teases and leaves us to stare into the eyes of what lacks ability to be had.
I loved to lose myself in the shadows of little glimpses of what used to be him, knowing more of him then he thought himself capable of giving.
Somehow emptiness became bliss when I gave a beating heart to a demons hand, the game was fingering my edges, running his fingertips along my skin and whispering the sweetest sound of lies in.my ears, I'd kiss his lips when he moved to leave and roll over faining sleep to hide my hope that he would stay.
Awkwardness could never be present in our bittersweet arrangement. Comfort is found in no strings...a connection unexplainable....but why try to explain the beautiful?