It's so very tempting to love,
even when a clear end is close at hand.
What if I just never reached for that clear end?
What if we just walked along forever, with the end forever close at hand?
If the distance between here and the end can be split in two and twice and thrice again, isn't the end an infinity away, even if near?
what if I never reached out for the end?
What if, instead, we just walked hand-in-hand, looking past the end, reaching around it for another rose?
What if that glinting little end floated along nearby, but never came between us?
Is there such thing as a "dealbreaker"?
Does it HAVE to be?
What is greater, what has more power over me? My desires, or my other desires?
If he's not right, does that very certainly make him wrong?
How inconvenient is awareness, and how very fleeting is bliss.
I wish I could turn a blind eye, but now I've thought about it too much.
It's so foolish to ignore a deadline, to procrastinate on heartbreak, but I so wish the Monday Morning of reality weren't so near.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 11:41 PM UTC
It's so very tempting to love,
even when a clear end is close at hand.
What if I just never reached for that clear end?
What if we just walked along forever, with the end forever close at hand?
If the distance between here and the end can be split in two and twice and thrice again, isn't the end an infinity away, even if near?
what if I never reached out for the end?
What if, instead, we just walked hand-in-hand, looking past the end, reaching around it for another rose?
What if that glinting little end floated along nearby, but never came between us?
Is there such thing as a "dealbreaker"?
Does it HAVE to be?
What is greater, what has more power over me? My desires, or my other desires?
If he's not right, does that very certainly make him wrong?
How inconvenient is awareness, and how very fleeting is bliss.
I wish I could turn a blind eye, but now I've thought about it too much.
It's so foolish to ignore a deadline, to procrastinate on heartbreak, but I so wish the Monday Morning of reality weren't so near.
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