Everything I try to do
Like how I
Love and how
I can't stand the
Kindness you have shown.
As everything silently
Slips beneath the unconscious
And once again I am
Rolling in the dust.
Again I am left rugged--
Handed from one person to another. A
Problem.
Antagonist.
Love is what I try to show,
Misinterpretation prevails,
Egging on a
Rupture of the heart.

But
Still
I
Try.

Nothing happens yet.
Again.
Try. Try until my
Heart bleeds,
Attacking that
Nemesis that none fear, but
I fear it.
Everything can
Love,
Relaxed into an
Exalted state of
Enduring perfection,
Detonating that dark
Nothingness into the
End of our
Becoming, the
End of our beginning.
Relayed again,
Time will never falter.