Jericho

I'm sorry for the little deaths I spent at your expense.
I guess I'm too impatient to stay sitting on the fence.

When you think you're capable of love we'll reassess.
Til then with every stroke I'll render your appeal less.

It's not just me who wanes with these diminishing emissions.
The seams of your allure begin to blur with repitition.

Til we're both beached on the same dead shore, indifferent, alone.
For every climax self-destructive seeds of guilt are sown.

I'm bored of boy-next-door bullshit and tepid yapping hope.
I'm no more a dog that shed it's leash than soap that slipped its rope.

As long as I give up on love I may as well on hate.
Could I, the gulf between my head and heart, eradicate?

Right now the chance of romance seems so tritely far-afield.
I can't sustain the notion there's a jewel somewhere concealed.

I love my friends, that's where it ends, I'm happily resigned.
The binary love I once dreamed of, indulgent as cheap wine.

If this sounds harsh, deluded, in denial or insane,
Then fuck you, I'm just trying to sand the edges off my pain.

Allow me these delusions like a cut allows a scab,
These Rorsasch Test contusions rendering my heart a lab.

I hope you're happy languishing in love's sweet leprosy.
It's not I'm bitter, more the case I'm simply better, see?