Ruination

​The confluence of your body in relation to mine draws the gravitational pull to destruction.

I wonder if the sickening feeling in my throat is just love or perhaps that of ruination.

I asked myself I beg myself I draw myself closer, I want to see I want to know I want to understand and yet I just feel lonely.

Glint glimmer, glisten and glow I cannot form between us a home.

And maybe it’s time to tear myself apart just so that I’m whole when the next scene begins.