This mess we've created has
got
to lead somewhere.
and the way out has escaped me,
much like my sanity at this moment.
i have all but gave myself to you
this is exactly how i want (it)
you, pleading your case while
your knees are making crevasses
in the ground that begs to pull you under.
this is all i ever wanted to be
completely
honest,
and you should know this by now
you know everything else.
now all i need is your embrace
at the point of smothering, but
not
quite.
just enough to dissolve memories
of an unforgiven past.

always
hushed
in a poetic fashion.