Exhausted Precautions
Exhausted precautions again, wondering what the truth really is. Where have you really been?
You say one thExhausted precautionsing, then do another, and light the gas that fuels the suspicion, while gas lighting the fire that burns in my heart for what we once were.
You say my heart is too late, it wasn't enough. When I took a step forward, you took two back. Now my backs to the cliffs edge, and I'm ready to fall into the precipice again.
We had moments of love, in my heart they were true. You explained it away and took my soul as payment.
So here I sit, a placeholder now, a backup for affection, when you can't get what you want somewhere else.
Do this for me, jump through this hoop of flames.
Of course I will.
Again.
Of course I will.
More.
Anything for you.
Faster, further.
It hurts, but I will.
Higher, quicker.
I stumble, I fall, I try again.
Too late.
Your scars are too grotesque for you to ever be loved again.
I fall backwards off the cliff and into the sea, smoldering husk, scars and all, for eternity, for myself, and away from extinction.
One day, perhaps after the scars have faded, after the pain has subsided, after time has healed my many wounds, I will pull myself up the cliff again, to watch the sun rise where it once set, plant the seed of my love, and grow into the flower I was meant to become.