Without promise.

“What are you trying to do?”
I’d ask in tones wistful and full of heartbreak.

We’d run with dismay. For i’ve come to understand that it is indeed truth, that you harbour no subsequent motive nor desire any outcome that would reinvent our romance.

And what can i do? When the pernacious temptation to hold you would drown my better judgement and common sense (the same way it always has).

That is my quandary; The legacy of my dolourous days are collapsing into demise, as i watch with fists clenched, eyes shut and chest wide open.
I have pledged collapse.

Yet, i still wish you were trying.

~ by cryhavok on February 11, 2008.