le sigh again
Thoughts turn to you at least once every day
confusion reigns, would it be worth all the pain?
Is it better this way?
"Don't give up on him" A voice said to me.
"I didn't", I returned. "He was the one to break free."
This exchange brought me to question my reply.
"was this really so unforseen? What did I expect,
for him to wait for me to decide, and to sit idely by?"
The past is done. I am not so innocent nor certain, though I had been so sure.
Anger clouded my mind and poisoned my words. I can't dog ear my decisions anymore.
My life is not a "choose your own adventure".
Tese are my last attempts to hold on, and to move forwards.
There are days I want nothing than to go back to how we used to be.
Others, I am sure that it would utterly consume me.
Pleasure, pain, it's all the same.
We were. . are. . poignant.
It comes to just that:
We're the true S&M.