You failed me before
When confronted about the idea of us
And lived to tell the tale
Over and over again
Mocking my history and the gravity of words
It didn’t matter, I had once said
For experience teaches us to do better
I failed you too
When I spoke of others
Paraded in your wake
Though we both knew
they but served a purpose
in that game of charades
I had to dawdle in
I failed you again
One stormy night
A subtle reminder of our carnal desires
Though it held a promise of the unknown
We navigated through the storm of our fears
With nothing but the most basal senses
But that marked but a beginning
An excavation into something deeper
A never ending search for something more,
A hunt made more exciting,
More treacherous than the last
Each time we promised it would be the last
Each time we thought we’d found what we’d been looking for
Yet here we stand
Separated by an ever growing chasm
Filled with nothing but unearthed garbage
A thrilling testimony
To the failure that is us.
youch. the failure that is us. :) nice. I like this description of a (possibly) erotic encounter.
ReplyDelete"We navigated through the storm of our fears
With nothing but the most basal senses
But that marked but a beginning
An excavation into something deeper
A never ending search for something more,"
haha thanks. :)
ReplyDeletei was hoping the images could be interpreted as single events and as a compounded whole.