Broken

The salty-sweet taste of lust fills my mouth
after all these years, I still want you
but shouldn't it be something deeper?

I'm falling head over heels every day
but not in love with you
only into my own pit of despair.

If love is the absence of disgust
I'm halfway there. But if it is more
than the sum of these parts, I'm lost.

And I'm fighting the inevitable.
I don't want to be like them.
I don't want to hurt like them.

But I don't know if I can stay and fight.
For us. For what? Only for her.
Or if I should leave.

Something is missing, we both know
the physicality is covering up a hole.
I don't know if I care enough to stay.

So one day at a time. And one day
you won't be enough to keep me here.
It's nothing you've done.

I'm the broken one.