Romantic
Actually exercises in
Futility?
Are they the foul remains
Of pathetic obsession?
Of unwilling obsolescence?
I can not let go
Of the small glimmers of
Heaven I glanced upon
I can not return
To the depths of
Hell I crawled from
So I cling to silly gestures
Because they’re the only things
That bind us
Still.
I have not learned from the past
And I’m unsure if I will
A fool is always a fool
If mistakes remain repeated
And pain remains untreated
And the spiral remains unbroken
And so on.
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