I Never Said This Was An Easy Love

Finding a soul-mate at the university, We met at the Kierkegaard corner of the library, Philosophical children in love with despair With lonely eyes of drunken Kerouac. Spring courtyard in the sun Sitting with poetry, Her magical metaphors Entered my mind of longing. I wanted us to grow old together, To weather the storms of existence And become fragile together. But inevitably, True forlorn beings Of genuine sadness Could never survive Draining each other of joy. So much lust of the soul, Sexual desire of the mind But it all subsides in time To simple neurosis. But it was love for awhile, Maybe all that I’m capable of.