With Her

All that I desire
Unattainable
For reason after excuse
That I not see her

Broken and abandon
I writhe in discomfort
Forcing it into spheres
I address them later

When I am with her
Though in pain
I forget all my rotten
And forgive through eyes

I hold nothing against
But cry when I cant
Because to be next to you
Is a luxury itself

When I'm not
I don't feel gradients
Nor pleasure anywhere
But I still have dreams