Broken

I am a broken man

It has made me toxic

I am trying, but I know I fail more

Than I triumph

I am tired, so very……very………..tired

Love, I am hard to love

Disant and needy

Detached but sensative

Empathetic and cold

I exist in two realities at the same time

I attract and push away at the same time

The only thing i understand is touch

Pressing bodies, lips, tounges, fingers, kisses, body parts in rapt congealed extasy

The only thing that grounds me…..and

Without it

I am nothing, but…

Lost