Here I am, looking up causes for headaches
at 1 am
when I know it will always come back to you.
My hands found the bottom of the ocean
as I cleaned old movie tickets out of my car today.
I can see your honesty from here.
It took my composure on its way out the door.
I’m not bitter anymore.
I’m just tired.
And I’m tired of being so tired.
I’m sorry you didn’t stay.
I’m sorry that I apologize
for all the times you didn’t.
I keep forgetting these things
are not one-sided,
and so,
I’m sorry I gave you everything
for nothing in return.
You tasted like love,
and I was parched.
Still am.

Love is fleeting.  
An enigma of energy moving with the speed of a train derailed from its tracks.
It is quick and overcomes you with ferocity,
a deceitful dance of give and take,
to chase and be chased.

Love unrequited wraps itself around you,
like chains made to drag your not quite lifeless body to a hidden sepulcher at the bottom of the sea. Pressure and time will turn your corpse into less then a faint memory,

a face in a dream of the lover you were unable to obtain.