Dee
Guest Poet
Is this called love?
I feel the lowest levels of alive,
I’m numb to your embrace.
I’ve peaked my sensitivity,
But I’ve completely given up.
I lust for it.
Just one last time,
But I always came back.
Euphoric wave after wave,
Drowning myself over and over again.
I know it’s no different from every other time,
However it’s sickening being away from you.
Is our solidarity.
It’s only us.
We don’t need any one else.
I already miss you.
Is this called love?
