when you know you have plenty.
He only wants you for a night
He wants the bits that are bright
He only wants delight
it might work for a fortnight.
Pleasure and concealement
of the void,
He is the centre of your asteroid,
your inner being you long to avoid.
sectioned in pieces
digestible for daily consumption
hoping for love is a natural function,
but outer fulfillment
a mere hallucination,
a soul castration.
Cuz you cannot be loved
by him, by her, by them
by all, by one, by many, by a few
until you come to
find your essence on the closest shelf
and learn to love yourself!