Love, Devastated I didn’t want to syphon more youth from you than I already have, For, sticking around with me will make you symptomatic The prognosis: A reverse Dorian Grey-syndrome, A gradual debilitation, a sneaky degenerative disease Effecting rationality, mobility and, worst of all, Perceptions of love and affection for intimate closeness mutates into co-dependence, Insufferable longing We never got far enough for a priest to give his benediction, Not coming together by some cosmic design, the blessing of wandering holy men Those who spend most times locked in cleansing solitude subconscious isolation Is now the time to … Continue reading Individual Poems