The problem is
you smell so good
and you take so well
and those little sounds you make...

I'm meant to be more removed
harsher,
less interested,
dispassionate,
but I always end up
in tenderness,
being intimate,
and reaching through
the bullshit to
really touch you

I cannot help myself
when I see your hunger
and your wounds
I must think I'm the messiah
but the other problem is,
I will never fall in love with you