You came to me all innocence and fluff
Mindless, nearly, empty of the stuff
of life, idealism and thoughtful contemplation.

I filled you up, taking from you breath
of life and love and staving off the death
of ideals and careful meditation.

From out the depths of mind I plumbed,
I took the young and strong, unnumbed
by that immersion I sought for revelation.

Failing to find enlightenment
I pleasured myself and went
from pole to pole by way of incident.

Fighting, reconciling, we went browsing deep
within each other's chasms steep
of mental paradigms of wonderment.

There I sought and found that
which I never desired and fought
to resist understanding and commitment.

For never to you have I meant
as much (as is my bent)
as you to me or to me my independence.

I took from you the youth and sent
to depths of your soul a yawning rent
I filled with cynicism and utter nonsense.