the perfect ones
laying waste to one's heart
ones mind
undaunted
in this
their goal
to render man helpless
reduce him to a quivering mass
of lustful
intolerable
adolescent angst
desire
its torture
leading one on in the pursuit of what will never be
yet you continue
each word
each breath
each glance
if only I
if only we could ever be
you know this
love this
thrive upon this
well this is it
no more
I'm through
I'm better than this
better than you
I've proven this time and again
reminisce
who was there
when he hit you
hurt you
left you
who was there when there was no he
just you
just me
foolish to think,
no
not think
believe
not believe
desire
what you obviously
overwhelmingly
unequivocally
saw no future in,
at least not a future of consequence to you,
so that’s it.
friends I guess
I've hit the intolerable truth
love is pain
love is pursuit of the unattainable
love is life
friendship
fervency
left to wander
wonder
what if
my perfect ending
for you to realize
this prince of which you speak
this knight of shining armor
your one desire
has been here
right here
forever true
and I'll stay here
come hell or high water
I'll be here
yours truly
absolutely
eternally
grim
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