It's not that I'm in love,
just lust,
but still you leave me like the wind.
And even with everyone else,
it still feels alone to have you leave,
to be left alone.
This isn't a love poem,
this is a 'please-God-don't-let-them-all-leave-me' poem,
I silent plea,
wrapped in melodrama,
shrouded in cliche,
and gifted with the subtlety of a hammer.
