Remorse

3/08/2005
04:38

You’re a mistake I always make, a misstep I always take. I’ll martyrize you, sympathize with you, empathize for you or two more, I’m too sore from being on your floor, where you closed the door and left me, bereft of me, with the theft of me and my heartbreaking, my soul-shaking. I was a risk-taking snake, meeting my maker, but you’re such a faker, and later, lover, you’ll be undercover, down under and under her. Shove it elsewhere, when I’m not there and tired of your choosing, my losing, I want my dues, my cues for re-entry, without your sentry, without your do’s and don’t’s, your will’s and won’t’s. Don’t start with me, you’ll just part with me, steal my heart and seize me with three keys under siege, put under lock, under rocks, in a box. You are that imperfection that leaves me without a direction, without protection. Don’t leave me, you never grieve for me, without deceiving me, disbelieving me when I tell you not to go again. And just as I round the bend, you want to lend me a hand, pretend you understand, before you defend to me your stand and mark me with your brand. Depressed, repressed, there’s unrest in my chest, lest you want to make the best of this and act like you miss my kiss, miss it like this, with nothing amiss when you hiss your promise of more of this bliss, when really, you leave me freely, reeling and dealing with this feeling of desolation, desecration. It’s a lack of concentration, information, an aberration without correlation or dedication to the degeneration, the degradation of my lifestyle. Oh how you beguile with your smile, for every mile I walk and every time you mock and talk behind my back, you have such a knack for going off track and–

I’m so in love with you.

~Noct…………………