constantly
you'd ask of me
improvement or removing of my flaws
but once extricated
my hope had faded
for us and there's such a sense of separation
i'm lucky but, what would she say about your lust
my doubt and all the deception
does she know, truly
the length and strength
the extent of your feelings
if they, as you say,
even reach as far as they used to
you forget
and i regret
foolishly, you see, we've broken our promise
and so many, been buried
you know i love you when you lie