still a schmuck

[lioninmaple]

she talks of compatible partners in crime
and i rot inside
time does nothing but fill me with dust
cramming the gaps between longing

fool? maybe

fool in love? yes, still

though the words rattle purely as echoes
in my heart, my brain

busy I am, and busy I keep
the madness
waits in the silence
the deeps of night

and I think she has forgotten
me, things that may and yet could be
and I can only guess
that that is not what she wants

I would gladly carve
her name in my skin, in my world
but for all I know
it would just be carving
and more pain

alas those fools that love so much
for in vain
do they breathe, do they beat
ash and dust
are poor spices
for life's meal