“I’m dead inside” you say.Like a graveyardat midnight.No mourners hereto trod untroddenpaths by your headstone.Soulless and moonlit,an empty body,a starless night sky.Heretic prayers,unheard, fall onsilent winds.I call your name,wordless in myincantation.I yearn tofeel youbreathe inside me.Take this lifelesscarcass and...
Yes expectation is hurtful.