Again, and Again

The kind of love you feel has happened so many times before; only with this one person. Will it never happen, or just take forever to work?

From afar, he can fully outline her face in the dissonance of longing eyes.  He says, and, They're always singing, - we're - forever ruining the feeling.  As a carnival song, our laughter learns its pitch in the dust when we fall.  Or maybe, maybe we just won't get it at all - this time.  Let us wonder through our perfect voice and into the raucous building of wires - two-hundred and seventy-six times, it's seen how we've been.  After the fields of flesh we've torn off, we-

Why won't we just take it all? Why not all this time?  Why can't we stand how we've always been?  Maybe this version is faulty.  Perhaps next time, then.  It's not like we have a choice after we've chosen, right?

"Only at night, where we'll melt these scattered thoughts away, will she see.  He is only a person beneath the years, and the steel.  There's regrets; lost battles in the mirror, dreams of how she cared.  She remembers two-hundred and seventy-six times, we have sheared - wild and open fields from the flesh.  He'd never known just how she cared.  She'd never fogotten where he'd be.  And then - oh, how we've always been.  He can't stand how we've always seen!"

So, he walks from window to window, and all the while, she's there; not even sure if she's following, then.  He'll keep on wandering until one of us decides.

He didn't ask for these thoughts; every night.

"I loved you again today, and you missed it."

Author's Note

I'm not sure what I can say here. It's all pretty raw, no?

Mostly inspired by The Frontal Lobe A-Go-Go by Charles the Osprey.

Reviews

[zendikar]

Definitely raw, and very well written nice job!

[Life is A"Musing"]

It perfectly raw with honest emotions! This piece carries much emotion. I love this truth you state,
"It's not like we have a choice after we've chosen, right?"
Great insight. :D