Do I really want her?
Or is it just to know a person to probe, to provoke?
I think I am trying to etch her,
Into one of my books
To traverse her mindscape. With intensity,
To possess mentally
A milestone probably
Along the way to my destination.
I am sure there will be others, but each will be a cut on the heart,
Ones that never heal,
Nor fester, nor leave.
They are just there, as cuts deep, where the world cannot see
Until they explode onto pages in words, verse, prose.
And then she is eternal.
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