Promises
You keep giving me dates and telling me lies trying to tell me change doesn't come easy, it isn't instant. Well, I guess its me that is the problem and I can't wait because my impatience is persistent; but how much longer do you want me to sit here repeatedly and take this shit so conveniently with stride? Should I lay back while you slowly kill yourself inside, because killing yourself is like killing a part of me and I can't sit back as I wither away, so why shall I do the same when it comes to you. I ask myself over and over the same questions as I ask you, but in the end its all a conundrum, an enigma ,which answer escapes so freely like as if it was never shackled at all. What is there to do? This analytical mind is a killer, however, I don't blame it because it is my heart which fuels its passion to search for a solution and mend its broken ways. This is like an infinite torture, even though, its been so few of years. I been through hell, I've spewed some tears and my affection is what I've lost; that capacity to come near. I can't hold you I get so disgusted. The sight of you is so repugnant. That anything you do to show love you have for me could never be so indulgent.
