This way following that
That happened again.
Folly, stitched neatly this
Predictable wavey pattern
Weaving in and through out
What was once was not
Again the words I try after
Not to hold not to lock away
But to borrow as they too do
Hate me as only you so deserving
So by I won't strung along
Loaned words that elude
To draw the inner rolling hurt
I've gone this time the last time
I won't write how badly I
Won't.  Write without broken
Intent, coiled up and strewn about
As I once relished bitterly engrossed
Forcing my selfish failings
Won't discribe or talk away guilt
Seeking praise or atonement
I am in this place where alone
Drapped upon shaking reluctance
Is the smothering blanket of my life
I won't write to run and hide
As I've done to you, time again
This time, again.  I won't

The fainted notes of told you so
Across parched and brokened lips
Smile so buried As if to never afflict
While dry eyes blink buying time
To confess or bargain degrees of neither for nor relations I alone go
For I am no loss, no second soul

Let loose my moral dialogs
Income such as tears bring
Feeling blindly out feelings
Ending so much of this opaque
Rise and falling inhalation
But for not at all what I want
Was not this knot about my
Perspective of the faded
A moment to reflect is paid
Words like my mind are tired
Midnight working at tearing down
What was built upon so much
Time slipped away and lost
I can't get this right, I am nothing
With empty air, thoughts can't say
That I running away to another
Reflected sunrise as I end