thoughts

Everyone has someone they will never have

Is there a way to recompense
For this ruthless nonesense?
I've conceived a fire so enticing inside,
The toxicity feelings of lust provide
Is as deleterious as it is alluring.
But by adhering
I've ensured that this fire burn me,
And it burns just as deep and dark as my so-called passion's roar.
If only I were more open to the premonition of what was in store.
My head, it screamed "deceit"!
But my eyes closed in fleet.
Oh how my ears consume the lies,
The lies that for hours were my lullabies,
The kind that keep you up at night
And impair your sense of insight.
Was I honest, my love?
Were my words not as ephermal as yours?
Smiling as if angels sent from above
We only spoke behind closed doors.
I've received my reprimand now,
But the distasteful sting of your unfulfilled vow
Still consumes the lucrative prosperity of my dwelling
And rips it apart as if it were nothing.
Though my mouth was filthy, my soul fakes no remorse
And I am forever sentenced to hope to endorse
The merciful exoneration that I know will not arrive.
And you shall forever live in my dreams, my words, my poems, my thoughts.
And I shall forever dwell in oblivion, with my inefficacy, until my grief rots.