I've seeked them out.

With my sex.

With my surface.

The landscape of my lust.

Not my love.

Not my soul.

Not my spirit.

Not my worth.

They've all fallen.

And I've been emptied.

Emptied of my desire.

Emptied of my hope.

Emptied of my love.

Emptied of my worth.

I did this.

To my self.

To my soul.

Broke my spirit.

Broke my own heart.