I am not one to exist as a mate.
To be so primal,
so innate.
To look in eyes in believe in love today.
I am simply,
not the one to stay.
I've never lost love,
nor gained.
Never stepped in love's twisted cage.
For me,
love is such a simplistic game.
One in which winners,
lose their name.
Forcing them to forever be strangled,
by the love they create.
To see a human in such a way.
As if breathe can't exist,
if I'm absent her eyes to see.
Is to be,
an animal,
to me.
For,
why else would one need another?
Why would my physiology seek to see you as a mother?
Why is love essentially undiscovered?
See, we seek only to procreate.
But, we are told,
its love we need.
Absent knowledge,
we exist fully as we're told to be.
Engaging in marriage,
for the sake of society.
I need not,
to create my eyes.
To see a seed from me,
exist as alive.
I need only me,
and my,
little life.
©lamarcus12
L