He doesn’t want to be loved, and he doesn’t even see it

He disappears when he starts to feel any sort of warmth or buzz of safety

As safety to him was a temporary fire we call lust

replaced it with an idea of lux or a complicated love

where there is no gamble

no pain

A safer way to hide

But A missed paradise, we could not trade for any solid comfort.

He is pushing me away, belittling any pure intentions I have left, and expects me to look up to him when his ego is manipulating the genuine leader that once lived.