Personally

You claim an outstanding genius

You claim far-reaching love

Theory says to use "I"

But with you there's never room

There's never that place for me

Only a synthetic whole, 

A bore deep into what you claim is your heart.

You speak of sunrises and warmth

There are moments of touch

Not all with me... 

Most not with me. 

You feel the physical when this,

What we have goes beyond

Your imagination couldn't put this into words

There's no dark cave to search in, this time. 

These professions of love might put me over

Breaking your heart might be the end of what we know... 

But perhaps, on an off chance

This isn't the end for either of us

Or at least.... not for me. 

How long before you make that definite decision? 

How long before your hand is forced? 

Evolution. 

Evolution. 

Are you really evolving? Or is it all in your closed-off mind? 

Don't fake who you are

I'm not fooled by your images

This facade is nothing more

I don't want your change, anyways

You say there's protection in your arms

Why, then, does my stomach coil to be there?

The contents of all abandon with that cold warmth

Hand on my neck, hand on my hand

Nothing feels closer to The Void than your presence

I'd hope for the cracking of your bones to bring me pleasure

But I know I'd be asking too much

Even in asking you to stop

It's always too much

For now, I'll flush you away

The memories, your words

Drowning in pristine white they float on

And as I walk over the canals they now inhibit

I smile.

So much more is in store, 

Perhaps that's one more thing you'll never comprehend.

My heart is elsewhere... 

But no where near the submerged filth of your world.

This love reaches a new plane, 

One you can't touch. 

One I can't not touch. 

I can be your surmise
But you're right... 
I am your affliction, not your affection

You claim so much

But you claim me. 

Don't you see? 

"You can do better than me... 

But I can't do better than you."