what piece lust?

I've been thinking about waking dreams, and the power to conjure firm realities from desire.

I've been thinking about many of the people in my life, and why - and what - and why not, I've loved them.

I've been thinking about bringing the best pieces of all of you back into my current, drafting some emotional voodoo and conjuring my new love.

I've been thinking about what pieces of you I still love, you are still present in my dreams.

and then I realize that there is nothing good/healthy or even loved within you. You are a poisoned well.

owning the strength that my true love will have no piece like you brings a moment of solace.