You and I

unfounded.

That is I, for
what need have I to
be unhappy?

Fathomless.
That's you -
the boundless vessel
from which I drink

and I drink deeply
this nectar you provide.

and when you tear away
The font of opulence

The world falls away.
My perceptions, hopelessly
Limited
as I grasp the air you once inhabited

Gasp, and I bleed...
These wounds are self inflicted!
But I blame you, only
to hide me from myself.