to think of love as a high

you just simply forgot about me. 

to no fault of your own, i tell myself.

i have learned how to do that, make excuses for you.

i am really quite good at it.

flashback to hugging a tear soaked blouse worn by a woman, one who i trusted.

to be desperate. it's almost as if patience is only a few letters with no meaning. but some how you understood that and acted unconditionally.

starving yet all i want is to be consumed.

so hurt that my voice is gone, i hear words but can only shutter to think of what i would make them sound like.

being homesick to a place i've never even dreamed of, yet my world is much like her sister, nightmare.

searching for answers wishing i were grasping at sand. then at least my hands would burn & have residue. you could have been some sort of proof, evidence of my heart's work.

 to be alone while countless faces say "always i'm your forever"

while you scream your dedication and love to me,
i am now begging to see your face

those words are just letters strewn about with nothing but a sound of familiarity.

i just wish that as you threw away forever i could begin to slip away the way you have.

to no fault of my own,

i wish to forget about you and your limited unconditionality.