it has become a swarm that buzzes needlessly.
we spin in desire and have a loss for words.
we are pushed further away from what we want.
will you break for me or i for you.
our words and action have become so crude,
as we pull and push our reality's.
you are drunk with sorrow and spill you disstain
into my compassion.
my feelings are not allowed to contradict yours.
i must breath you and if i do not,
you leave me in the winter of your pain.
but if i am filled with mirth and am warmed
by my own inner light,
you become bitter.
i am free and will not be broken.
i will not beg for you as you wish me ill.
if we all fall back into place,
i will no longer pretend.
or drown in this infinity....