Lesser Evils

A myriad of indistinguishable thoughts

Touching you, he's thinking of me

Trust, another name for the nine levels of hell

Touching me, he'll still love you so

There is comfort to be found in the liar's embrace

Conscientious withdrawal, my unrepentant release

Till one day we feel the abuse

Desirous cravings, the starting point in this maze

He creates a physical ache, a desperate need

And twists the heart with a simple photo

Of someone I will never be,

Madness ensuing there is no release

Please give me the key and let me be free