Again and again,
My heart endures discomfort
Its shattered, destroyed,
Dispersing like rain.
Now all that remains,
Are the scars, I hope,
Will remind me generally,
Of your life style I cannot cope.
All I want is you,
To lend me your ears,
As I deliver,
My harangue.
I do know that this,
Will not move you to tears.
But this, I must,
Make a clean breast of.
Even with the outcome I fear,
I have absolutely nothing to shed,
For my future is clear,
And it does not involve you.
This time I will not,
Draw back, nor restrain,
So heed my word,
As I provide my last strain.
In moments of my triumph,
You’re a wonder.
In moments of my drought,
You just sunder.
Our connection is twisted,
So I usually ponder,
“We are mere mortals,
So why can not we,
Fully grasp each other,
Regardless of mutual blunder.”
Now,
I see the light,
We do not have to fight,
– We are no rebel.
I don’t have to plight,
With your continual problems.
And its not like we could possibly,
Walk down the aisle.
So why should I,
Put up with this trial?
Perhaps I am,
Unworthy.
Perhaps you just,
Played with me.
I did like you,
Really…
But lifelong commitment?
Dreams, merely.
Perhaps,
It is the incorrigibility.
Therefore,
Toleration is pure lunacy.