love .... the idea

written as i of the storm

it's a never ending story
so much changed so much stays the same
you feel mine as i feel your pain
yet something is outta touch out of reach
maybe it's me as i'm just a little uneasy
trust is a commodity i can't afford
i've been down that street and found myself held up
coughing in the corner with a black eye on the world
hover over my body broken i'm open
with this i get roped in you give me a peck on the cheek
and a promise
a few extracurricular activities with one wish
me subservient to a dominant mistress
kiss this
i won't be on your hit list
even if my soul is listless
i'm one regret away from nothingness
and therefore can't afford to indulge in what if's
slip me the time of day and a good ear
maybe even share a few tears over a drink and dinner
because i love the idea but nothing more

 

M.L. Arcelay