And through the ages I've ached for you,

Ive preserved myself in hot water,
studied the necessary physics,
I've sat with witches
and pushed glass with my fingers
To feel your spirit again,
To be at peace, to be ourselves again.
Because of course, through all this time
I haven't blinked, haven't parted a lip
To renounce my obsession,
And yes, through all this time,
even though Ive been every one of them:
Priest, Judas, whore,
and despite my romantic discord
I've been bored with it all.
Without you, it's all been done before.

- Jessica Alice (a poetess from my creative writing course)