I am inordinately attentive to how you feel.
and
I realize how apprehensive you must be.
I am aware of how deception has latched onto your heart.
{Thus, you could not possibly understand.}
I am fully aware of how oppressive you must feel
to be in such a harsh world like this.
Your cynicism is justified.
I want so much for you.
-just like-
I want so much for me too.
I want to believe in infatuation.
I want to believe in coincidence,
along side,
endless euphoria.
I never wanted this.
I am giving up.
I am giving in.
I am walking away.
Thought & feeling
shouldn't be this exasperating.
Right? Or should it be an endless effort?
I can't.
The only thing I am fully certain of is uncertainty itself.
I
need
to
just
stop.
Could it be that simple?
To just give up on love
...
You were never temporary to me.
You are not temporary,
I hope that no one ever makes you feel that way.
I wanted you to stay.
You are just so far out of reach...
Now, I have to go.
[My kind heart
and boundless love
instilled fear in you
when it should have
been instilling faith.]
My love knows no bounds.
God,
I just wish
you would
have
stayed.
