That is That

Searching for a broken man,
loathing the touch of the back of his velvet hand.

Losing the grasp of reality,

Questioning what is and what is a dream.

Needless to say I am where I am at,

Sad to say I am alone.

I fiend for the time I get with you,

the events of us, make you my muse.

My curiosity becomes a heavy load,

too heavy to hold; too heavy for you to know.

I apologize for what I stir upon you,
I apologize for the leash I may tie upon you,

I apologize for being too attached.

But I love you, and that is that.