Then there are the ones like
me
We can't live without true passion
we can not pretend to be content
when we are not
we can't even smile
if that is not what we feel

so where is OUR solace
where is our retreat from the
weight that we carry
from loss
from fear
from loving wrong

If we are blessed or
cursed
with this intensity
these stars in our eyes

Why are we always alone
in a crowded room

Why are we the most sad
at a happy ending

and why is our first instinct
to run
when we have a chance to
be with someone else?

Is there a bridge to the other side
can we give up empathic
for supposed contentment
can I stop feeling
long enough to fall into...
lust?

Would I give it up if I could?