This piece, after reading your reply, seems to be the decline of a relationship - a love that has taken on so many of the qualities you are so used to.
This piece makes me feel - I once, but thankfully less, revert to old feelings of acceptance and I, too, have teetered on the edge of sanity - like an ocean tsunami it has overcome me but I've come to distinguish between hysteria and actual growth experience and I am less of a people pleaser and more of a companion.
Hang in there buddy...it does become a manifestation of love,peace,joy,abundance & smiles to share
my problem is being too analytical with poems where i can only go so far. your poems are always that way. i can't read into them as much as i want to, and it drives me crazy...in a good way i'm sure though, because its made me addicted to your writing. i got the feelings of invalidity and longing and anger and emptiness transformed into carelessness from this poem. you both are guilty of something but it doesn't matter and through the sex it's momentarily gone, its a need to need and a want to not matter to or care about anyone or anything else...to just feel purely alive for a moment. a comfort, an addiction, a feeling you don't want/aren't ready to let go.
i don't know, that's most of what i got from it. great write, as always.