When life gets hard,
you have to kill a part of yourself,
so you can let the rest survive.
I have killed the part,
that searches for its other half,
while I struggle to keep myself whole,
as life knocks me down.
The fire is only dormant,
until someone reignites it with their touch.
I only know one thing for sure,
whether or not, I find a partner
in whom I share
is up to fate, or rather ill-luck,
the intensity of desire,
the price of withholding my senses,
for so long,
when is stoked, will swallow me whole.