Poor Love (Return part 2)

 

 

You sold me on your narcissistic words.

I spoke passively in turn.

 

Years of regret sit heavily in my chest.

 Not that you accepted the memo.

 

So bound in what's right in front of your face,

there's no possibility of a daydream.

 

I willed for Love to bring you into my universe.

A place where our mutual desires

 vanquish past mistakes.

 

Not lately.

Always astray.

 

I die.

Each time,

 your impassive stare denies.

Each and every time.

 

The piece of me that will always belong to you.

 

 You remain.

Skipping peace.

 

Poor Love,

 bound by the elastic of your grace. 

Joy4no1