I often wonder if our desires are foolish.
This game we continue to play of
Running back and forth between
Our hearts and the inevitable truth
Makes it almost unbearable to exist.
While I’m eager to quit
And resume the life
I lived before you..
A brush against your lips
Makes it easy to persist
This nocuous tryst
That has somehow begun to
The mere hope of detaching myself
From this relentless grasp
And time seems to be…
It watches in amusement
At our attempts to move beyond it..
&Act as if we’re in control.
Act as if this lie is ours.
I came to terms with the idea that
This might be it.
What we’ve created might never
See the radiance of the sun..
It might never feel the wind blowing through,
Just the taunting breeze of a midnight sky.
But I think I’d put this dagger
Through my very own heart
If it meant spending one more second
In your reach.
I’d endure the torture of
The incapability of the seizing of
day after day,
Living this lie
Hiding in the shade of your shame..
Just to breathe in the breaths
If only to feel the expansion of
The deepening of my heart
Just at the thought of you placing your hand on me..
I think I’d willingly remain in this
Constant state of apprehension.