A void that cannot be filled
Is this aortic vacuum in which my heart lies.
I feed and nurture but it vomits back up,
No romantic inclination can fill this cup.
But this love search permeates my mind,
and addictive liquor dissipates my brain.
I only get as far as infatuation takes
Anything further, i never actually make.
So here i am, connecting in no personal way,
Attraction is all to which i can safely adhere.
No pheromones of the mind kicking in at all,
No urge let alone guts to even call.
So I sit here in patience.
Enduring this wait.
Defining myself
before I let someone else.