Dimly lit room,
pen, ink, paper
intricately woven mahogany.

Thought by thought,
Word by word,
Facet by facet,
Regret by regret.

Pierce through glass,
through mind,
through body,
through soul.

If not specifically listed,
I will not be able to elicit,
If not my words,
Then my actions will.

It is anger, jealousy, and glistening.
It is fuel, what ifs, and what could haves.
Be it either now or never.
Be it you and me, now and forever.

Obstacle and passion,
most likely,
regretful fashion,
with a hideous joke to mask it.