Even now...as close as we appear to be, there are miles and eternities in between us,
and you still gut me....
Groin to sternum effortlessly.
Over and over again like a fresh kill on repeat, And you not even hungry.
Its just for the sport it seems.
Something to entertain you.
Something to satiate you.
Not for long but long enough to seethe, With the aniticpation of the next thrill.
Your timing completely natural, As if the finale of this play is predicated on the act itself of love dissolved.... i supose it is.
After all once typed out and printed the stage is set as per your orchestration.
And what a conductor you are.
Symphony worthy at the very least.
The longer i listen i realize this must be a tragedy and not the love story that i had hoped initially.
Those were always more my scene.
This.... this is anticlimactic, watching it all roll out in reverse.
I should have paid more attention to the cues.
There should have been some foreshadowing one would think...
but even now, looking back I see... less of the fore and all of the shadows...
