Drained

The city has drained me. 

And not in the way I was hoping for. 

Drained of life with the hard and bony skeleton to show. 

The rocky foundation of a basic self. Cold calculating. 

These things are necessary, but they are not all. 

When they become all… We have a problem. 

It means that when I collide with you, there will be fractures. There may not be love… Only pain… 

There is not time or a place to cultivate the fleshy excess that keeps us soft and safe in each others embrace.