How I wish, Caro
That you'd not have incompletely left
Had showed your desire more than you let
Less empty reassurances
And sadistic impossibilities
We both knew it would never be,
But you didn't even try to fight
For the possibility of a present
Instead you cornered yourself
With thoughts no descent
The greater probability that a future is nonexistent.
It caused such a drift
And I couldn't even hold on
How might I; when friction won't stay any long
You didn't leave completely, Caro.
You never will.
You never stopped gripping my hand.
You didn't,
But somehow did still
When you corroded the forces binding us so much.
That now,
I can't be wrathed at the situations for prying
As even I,
Want me to stop Trying
For anyone wondering, "Caro", means dear or love Or darling in italian