Wounds



How could it be so cold in summer, my body shivering in the isle, I want to take a leap of faith like no other, it's been a while... Since I gazed at you, I wonder how it is to see, is it as enticing as before? if I kneel to the floor, would I still have the will to die for my queen like before, are still the most beautiful girl I've ever saw, the strength within my heart's core, or has the contents changed and our story is no more, is our love still as raw or is it cooked up digested and it's food no more, can you still serve our love at the table?

i doubt as for each other we are not famished no more, it's time for better ordouves? it's critical but stable, yet I know we love each other but as much as I do you and me don't belong together, yesterday might have been spring but eventually we can never endure the change of weathers, we are wounded soldiers​ maybe without this agonizing pain we would been better.

This wound is already infected, yet it was neglected, uninspected yet when the flesh started to rot we denied the knowledge of its existence, like this wasn't what we expected,  we knew for a fact the infection would spread but were addicted to the illusion of possibilities, that we might evolve enough that this infection had no abilities to weaken you and me, yet nobody was willing to chop a piece of their heart off so that this wound would be no more, "why should I be the one to cut it" we asked ourselves...

So it ate up the trust, the love, the respect and all that was left was lust, when it comes to big steps we don't discuss, I do what's good for me and the relationship comes last, and if you don't know that's good for me I'll let it pass, when you do I don't expect you to lecture me about the past.

the wound gave us unrealistic illusions and had our brains​ was polluted, we just didn't know what to do yet, this love is killing us we just know what to do yet, so why would I come back and go through that, I prefer loving you from a far, in a distance I know you are still perfect, good bye my lover, prepare for the next as we won't have wounds there, and maybe this story would be worthy to tell

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