I told you all this
Was for you
An eon
Ago
Never quite knew
You would truly
Beyond me though
Even in hindsight
I write for you now
Not the slightest idea
Of its fall apart
How
Could it come to this
Missing you more
Than I care to express
Or would even think
Possible
Under duress
If you pressed me
With that kind of warmth again
Gladly
Embrace you
Retracing  
My steps into madness
When I was incapable
Of showing love
Was no more to me
Than
Merely you
Dreaming of
Some edenic utopian
Light shining through
The shroom windows
Perception
With you in my room
So attuned to your frequency
Seeking me
Weak  
At my most
Vulnerable
State of mental
Mystique