And so it continues.
The buildup to another let down.
I could say how anxious I am to meet you,
But alas, I have locked my scarred, beaten, and bruised humanity away.
After all, the masses do say,
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Yet, all I’ve seen said "love" do is wander.
So I’m done.
I have washed my hands clean of such an absurd delusion.
Forgive me of the transgressions I am sure to gather,
In the following years until I lay before your feet.
(e)motionless,
Like a stone.
