This old book

Im so in tune with me today
From my minds eye
I see all that blurs
I cant seem  to even hurting cry
Finding love the anicdote
For my disease the very cure

The desire. To be held
To capture ones affection
Have their emotion flow in my direction
To nuzzle into their necks
On my pillows their scent
So much time spent
To be cherished
Passions so heated
Firey kisses caressing swollen lips
Laughing at our juvenile behavior
My soul in their love complete
These are the moents to savor
Grinding against one another,
Rotating hips
passion held spellbound
In desires grip
All alone recalling
all life is before falling

Looking back on the smallest details
Recalling  
How unnerving their nearness
when loving completely
Like  a crazy train it just derails
In this quiet time
where my memory fails
melancholy the day our passions died
This unerving displaced sad longing
not for the person but for the feeling
As to love our part comes to end the story
So many rivers emotionless you stood
Looking on as i cried
But i wont beg you i wont even try to talk you
Out of leaving goodbye
Please i have my pride

Looking back i see all the wrongs you did me!
That until just recently had all but eluded me,
There is just too much hurt between  us.
All though this reminicent visit ,
No alterior motives has it?
Like some crazy train just  derails
 
passionless pointless
Memories turn to a kliedascope of pain
All my  Memorizing only serves me
When i want to just hurt
Smiling i take a long hard look  
And shaking my head i close that book