Sonnet #136

I’m not asking for an eternal bond,
For some completely undousable flame,
Or a sharp girl with whom I could abscond;
My romantic muscle is all but lame.

So, no, nothing extravagant for me.
I would quite simply like to like once more.
For my past relationship was stormy
And left me more wrecked than I’d been before.

I have forgotten every simple thing
And the methods by which they are achieved.
All I have left is base desiring;
To think: in love I once truly believed.