My Dear,

Was it love? Lust? Dark corners  

or boundaries? 

My inner goddess whimpers 

I find myself in a quandary 

Laundry, baggage 

Ripped my heart out, so savage 

But the only thing I hold

Is the key to this soul.

I'll then be whole, but behold

Morbidity says a lot. 

But even darkest holes just aren't 

Deep enough for the plot.

I wipe my tears 

So that you don't confuse them

with fear

for this is just another life reflecting moment, 

my dear. 

Love, P