She damn near robbed me blind.

She wanted less than I could give

Our spirits weren’t aligned.

Though some would call me crazy,

I realized even then

That she just did not challenge me.

A surface love of skin—

And though I gave and gave and gave

All that I had to give,

She drained me of inventiveness.

And made it suck to live.

It wasn’t love but lust that drove

My giving’s spirit’s fire.

My heart went on deceiving me

(It’s love and not desire!)

Our souls were not harmonious.

We both sang different songs.

I think that life’s a journey, dear,

I’ll not bring you along.