Hydrogen Pyroxide: For Fresh Wounds

Despite what you may think,
To you I could never lie,
Could never cheat, or steal
from You, were a shining hope

I have died somewhat inside
As a result of my transgressions
The agregiousness with which I now live
And carry like undrinkable salt water

I am sick, ill, defeated
My stomach turns in laceration
And my lips quiver in remorse
My eyes shade in recompense

For I know it will never make sense
My insenseless nonsense,
Irrational conclusions, feelings
But they will never escape me

Like a strong tail wind, they are watching me
Feeding off my every false move
Waiting to crimp my conscience
Into submission, diabolical misery

And so I soldier forth
Without you, my dear
Sorrowful for what might have been
But uplifted in hope

For you're life is a wonder yet to be lived;
I have such high expectations of you.
I know the potential stored within
and Refuse to see it wasted on a fool

In limbo, who can't make up his mind
or his heart won't let him.
Like the desert cactus, he will survive
In isolation, and on a prayer.

Forgive him.
He thought he could ride
A wave of uncertainty
But it left him drowning
in a pool of regret.

He loves you,
to be you
in all the spectacular mystery
which you are.

Don't look for your own inadequacy
In the stolen dream of a selfish lover.
Cry for his,
He must swallow each painful bite of it
One day at a time.