Destitute

Its not that he didn't like her, or love or even. Its not that she didn't excite him in the public eye and in satin seclusion. It wasn't that she fought him too hard, or complimented him too lightly. It never was about the ups nor downs, the centripetal rounds. There were warm embraces, cuddled and muddled on sofas dressed for kings like veneers resting on the caps of already pristine teeth. Love is just love, a tired expression and feeling that has been felt by almost all for centuries past and centuries to come. It has become a saying more often than a feeling as common as the beggar in the city, as the rich on the beach.

It was about the need for her that didn't exist. There was nothing that he lacked, that she could provide. Nothing that he longed for that she could serve on a platter and make him whole. Sex was ever present in a world of sluts and feens. Love was often given with the swiftness of the hands of a thieves; lacking no warmth of pillows or brightness in daisies. Never is it enough. The love glass full but the envy and longing for destitution bounces off the water like oil. The divide becomes ever more present as the two liquids cling to their ying-yang desire. Love is not needed from a man who has it all, nor is anything at all.

Unless there is something. Unless she can dive through the capsule filled with beaded medicine and find the missing ingredient to calm his senses and deliver him from hopelessness. Because the man who has everything is only blind to those things still obscured, those items unknown. Can she paint him a picture of a world that he cannot view? Can she shed light onto a surface that has since birth been masked?

A writer once told me that a relationship is over as soon as you start thinking about the first time you met and look back at "it" as a better time. Over time you realize that this person has nothing you need, and without that in this crazy world, why hold on? We move along through life, love, and existence looking to achieve a goal which starts with a desire. Once the desire is obtained, you continue on until the well is dry - then onto the next until there are 1million broken hearts and a thirsty world.