I'm broken.
Like so many others.
Cracked in the *** and a fractured mind.
Frustration so pungent I can taste it.
She's looked me in the eyes.
With all the conviction of a hurricane.
Like the others before her.
So badly I want to think those words to be true.
I can't. I don't know how.
I'm going soon.
And although I hold no sorrow for my fate.
I do wish if any were to be had.
That I could.
To revel in the knowing just once.
Like the prisoner set free from solitary for that one hour.
To soak his face at the feet of the sun.
To know, to think, perhaps even to believe.
That her love won't turn grey.
Unconditional by nature.
I'm going to wish I had one day.
More so than I do today.