if this is where it ends, give in.
if times are so trying, let it end.
no more difficulty, no need for reason
no time to explain or give meaning
held by a thread spun so thin
i can't ever seem to win.
a tango of two
both brief and long overdo
"burning for you"- with rue
unbeknownst to me of what to do.
i leave you be
for i am in a season of me
my vines grow wild like flower
more beautiful by the hour
your breath so deep
cuts through the air like sheers to a sheep
like an abrupt pause to a sentence-
didn't you say you'd gone to sleep?
i pile on like a mother's love too strong
i interrogate you time again
you say my query is wrong
im acquainted with accuracy
you acquaint with pity, wallowing in it
but you say im wrong.
we go again and again
i play along, but-
when will the loop cease
and begin the end of this song?
