Midsummer night's scene

Written: 2012-2013 x Edited: 2024

My drunken words weren’t given lightly
when you asked for them.
You always asked for them-

knowing that I would scrawl desire,
drip intentions that I couldn’t let die
after years of relishing the feeling of want
but never have; I never fully broke for you,
I guess can be proud of myself for that,
But I wanted to.

Surreptitious consonants slipped under your skin
for our own selfish purposes;
Insinuations can be difficult to follow
out of context
and you had a voracious eye for attention.

From time to time I fell victim to the gross amount of wine you poured-
if I said I cared anymore whether or not we caused each other pain I’d probably be lying.

Probably.
Indiscretion was as much my vice as it was yours, dear,
and we were both indecisive as hell.

I still wonder if we ever seriously entertained the idea,
but I can’t exactly say that it matters anymore.
You once told me that unsaid thing leave hope for unlived futures of windows that were never closed
to the outside world spilling in…

Now you’ve gone away to spend your time in the land of eternal sunshine
with a swift hoo-rah for a good morning

and I’m ok.