The End

Still smelling you all over my feeble, intoxicated, body, Drowning my sorrows in deep, raging thoughts of you, I hate you, I love you, I don’t know what to feel. Sitting here, far from humble, Humiliated and hurting; hunting down feasible, words to concatenate reasons as to why I never listen. So do try dear heart; to find it in your deepest and loudest beat, to forgive me. Forgive me for my ignorantly, impaired listening skills; prisoner to my own feelings I am, But you too can be overly, dictating; the blame should be equally shared. And do try dear mind; to find it in your deepest thoughts, to forgive me. Forgive me for ignoring reality and forcefully painting pictures far from realistic. I knew but I continued, i prolonged, I just had to further entangle, Now I’m hurting; a state predominantly, anticipated by both parties. Still smelling you all over my feeble, intoxicated, body, Drowning my sorrows in deep raging thoughts of you, I hate you, I love you, I don’t know what to feel, But I do know that this is the end.