to be intimate?

So far from grace have you fallen this day.

The beginnings of the man you once were and meant to be has left you, like a lonely ship lost at sea.

Hoping to port at a land of plenty, whilst tossed upon waves of misdirection.

The faith and hopes you once held upon your heart have slipped onto your sleeve.

What is there to be intimate?

You've left everything you loved to be, to run, flee from the loves you lost.

And, now after the flight of the weak, discovered that the loves you left were only fleeting fits of brief joy, hiding the underlie.

Disguised were your hopes, if they were that at all.

Deception at it's best, if i were to call it.