by Sine Qua Non

All I want is to be wanted, desired uniquely for who I am not because I can merely fulfill carnal needs or serve as the filler, the rebound, the in-between.
How brazen of you to ask such things of me. How sad it is for us to have come to this.

Sadder, still, that I discover these truths everyday without ample pause for rest nor recovery. I am hurled into the mess of the dysfunction of desire. I tumble on painfully, trying hard to keep what’s left of me intact.

Where do this all lead to?

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