Fuck.
We've failed.
Failed miserably.
Yet another failiure to add to my reportiore.
Another example of inability to communicate.
Throwing our hearts against a wall again.
Beating them into the dirty floor
So that we can step back and think
"Hmm my work here is done.
I've sufficiently ruined another relationship.
Love be damned and if you aren't, then I'll do it for you!"
Fuck
We've failed.
Failed again.
Not even our friendship escaped the wrath of our baggage.
I don't even want to talk to you
Yet, I yearn to talk to you
To be with you
Free from the juxtaposition of our pasts.
I'm sick, sick again.
By body manifests my sick soul.
But, I thought we'd come so far
But I thought we would pull through.
Now my recurring dream of a marriage of souls
Under the trees in the green magical grove are squandered.
There is no happy ending.
Only lessons and baggage
That we will have to painfully extricate later.