it would probably
be easier if i
abandon any hope
that you might
one day wake up
and realize that
you love me
probably better
to just stop
waiting
get it through
my thick, unheeding brain
that it is over
has been over
for quite some time
i have this
annoying habit
of latching on
and refusing to let go
until every ounce
of strength has been
drained from me
like a hound
on a trail
the scent of blood
lures me, excites me
i'll be on the prowl
on the hunt
but what happens
now that the subtle hint
is starting to vanish?
do i turn around
just go back to
where i began?
do i look for
another prey
a different game
one who leaves
a rather obvious trail
a target far
less skittish
easier to tame
a lot more trusting
meeker?
it is not
the thrill of the
chase that i'm after
neither the joy
of take over
nor the pride
in triumphing over
an entity deemed
unconquerable from the
very beginning
so what then is
my purpose?
knowing that i may have
the slightest chance
to hold a piece of your heart
makes every bit of
effort, every tiny discomfort
all the silent frustration
and endless trepidation
seem like such a small
price to pay
be easier if i
abandon any hope
that you might
one day wake up
and realize that
you love me
probably better
to just stop
waiting
get it through
my thick, unheeding brain
that it is over
has been over
for quite some time
i have this
annoying habit
of latching on
and refusing to let go
until every ounce
of strength has been
drained from me
like a hound
on a trail
the scent of blood
lures me, excites me
i'll be on the prowl
on the hunt
but what happens
now that the subtle hint
is starting to vanish?
do i turn around
just go back to
where i began?
do i look for
another prey
a different game
one who leaves
a rather obvious trail
a target far
less skittish
easier to tame
a lot more trusting
meeker?
it is not
the thrill of the
chase that i'm after
neither the joy
of take over
nor the pride
in triumphing over
an entity deemed
unconquerable from the
very beginning
so what then is
my purpose?
knowing that i may have
the slightest chance
to hold a piece of your heart
makes every bit of
effort, every tiny discomfort
all the silent frustration
and endless trepidation
seem like such a small
price to pay