I leave, you stay
I love, you lust
I travel, you pray
Secrecy does not lead to trust
Of age, I mourn
With youth, fear reigns
Bereft, I scorn
Calm and nonchalant I must feign
Pride hurts, heart torn
Past love, scars deep
Hope held, mind worn
Trying in vain not to lose sleep
Shy smiles, hot flesh
Damp skin, no care
Strained soul, warped mesh
Why does this seem so damn unfair?
To stop makes sense
Each time, hurts more
Grit teeth, jaw tense
Plastic visage helps me endure
You leave, I stay
Bare seat, tight chest
Silent angst, nerves fray
I hope in time my heart will rest.
Photo from: http://keturahweathers.theworldrace.org/?filename=og-love
Clodagh O'Brien 
“Shy smiles, hot flesh
Damp skin, no care
Strained soul, warped mesh
Why does this seem so damn unfair?”
This is my favorite stanza of this poem.
Many thanks themisanthropicmuse! It was a great medium for some angst.