Where's the grand gesture?

                                              Where's the descriptive sentence proclaiming your deep love for me?

                     Granted; you may be broken and weary of love, but just tell me how you feel and I'll come running.
                                                        ­                                                                 ­               
Though now... I'm stuck in thorns.

                                                        ­Your threats and delay terrified me, and now I regret.

                                    I regret not waiting...
                                                      ­     I regret not being patient...


And now its all too late, you made my heart 'scream out loud' but I was not patient enough for you..


                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                                 I hate myself now.
                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                    Let me try again.

I can feel every inch of my skin, without even focusing.
The slow decay of comfort begins.

The aching annoyance that enters my mind.
My body expresses out the turmoil in my soul.

Love, hate, fear, hope, longing; endangered feelings
stretched over months of unsure lonliness.

My nerves writhe from unspoken words.
unexpressed feelings bottled up in my gut.

They attempt to escape.
No relaxation means no rest.
A night without comfort is torture.

So I lay here, overly aware of
myself,
my thoughts,
and my body.

Come back to me old thought.
Escaped by freedom and lingers away.
My one true inspiration that leads me on.

She floats on the gentle breeze of a word.
Out of complexion, and severity.

My stagnant heart beats with recoil.
I face such an anxiety because it won’t let go.
It forces me into a breakdown that I must overcome.
Just move on, and save me the pain.
I need happiness that will last, whether or not I find it by myself or trust someone with my fragile heart again.

Oh pale winter
At first you were vibrant, and brought splendor into my world.
You showed me how to care; to turn away from loneliness.
Though the happiness that grew inside didn’t seem to last.
And it was only, just only, a season of love.

Oh vibrant spring
With the green chill in the supple air;
You brought some hope of tomorrow,
But failed to deliver when his torture came knocking.
And it was only, just only, a season of love.

Oh mellifluous summer
You lied and cheated me of wishes that I made.
I became betrayed in your presents.
One fail swoop after another
And it was only, just only, a season of love.

Now today I think back upon memories of cruel frailty.
None do I regret more than loving you.
Such a twisted desire in your eye, nothing could cast asunder.
But I shall not falter, because I’ve found another.
I do not miss that one, that only, that season of love.