(no subject)

[far_flung_tonic]

I cannot attend to your needs anymore:

whether tidal wave or
wading pool
the waters of you do nothing but
leave me with bits of the dead ocean
hanging from my tips

There is infinite cruelty
in what i have to do,

my only real secret is in you
im finding it hard to let it go
you will become the thing that was
and i will not be able to combat my
cultured guilt
with wild repentance

Sincerely,
I will find the bones in you