The Regurgitation of Emotive Illustrations

PURSUIT

it's as if i'm trying to reach into this abyss of endless darkness
in search of your heart.

sometimes in the dead silence of the night
when i lie alone in bed,
i think about us
the past, the present, the future.

i guess it is a time like this
when i retreat into the hollow pretense
of truth, hoping to see through something
i wish not to see

how far will you go with me?

i know you love me,
but why can't this facade of mine
that i put up for you be placed down

again and again,
my heart is broken.

and you don't know what it really means
to be me.

it's not the importance of the certain things
that happened or never did,
it is the symbolic meaning of every single one of them

we all speak of scars being the very existence
of why we avoid the obvious
and yet, so many a time
how many of us did take the risk
again and again.

it may be a mere heartbreak,
or simply a broken promise.

but the adverse, disastrous beginning
begins again and again.

when will we learn?

i guess, we never will.