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Wednesday, September 30, 2015

TORTURE

WE'VE GONE THROUGH HARD TIMES.
NOT TOGETHER, THOUGH. 
BUT APART FROM EACH OTHER.
MAYBE THAT'S WHY THE TIMES WERE SO ROUGH.

STILL, FACING THE CHALLENGE OF ACCEPTING THE FACT
WE MAY BE STAR-CROSSED THIS EARLY REALLY DOES NOTHING 
BUT FRUSTRATE ME.

THE REALITY IS THAT IT'S TOO LATE.
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN LATE.
OR MAY BE IT'S TIME I THINK YOU'VE BEEN TOO EARLY.
AND THAT IT'S REALLY MY FAULT.

BECAUSE, ONLY YOU CAN MAKE ME PURELY HAPPY.
AND I WANNA DO THE SAME THINGS TO YOU.
WITH YOU, I FIND COMFORT AND STRENGTH.
BUT YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN MY WEAKNESS.

AND NOW, I'M WEAK.
THE CYCLE I SO HATED SEEMED TO START UP AGAIN,
AND AS I ENVISION THE RIDE, I CANNOT BEAR THE HURT.

THIS TORTURE THAT I FORESAW LONG AGO STILL SERVES ITS PURPOSE.

AND I GIVE UP.