quixoticly...

i want a love
that doesn't hurt
too much

because i've got
this clenching

this...
unending hurt...

i want a love
that's utterly
complete

and doesn't
make a fool
of

me

i want the streets paved with blood
the blood of our “casualties”

to the point where the floor is seeping
dripping so that
it almost creates a stain

and i want it to never
get clean
because the memories need to stay

for the waves make me majestic
as if I was to float above the sea

gravity pleases while
oceans run far too deep

make me a ripple
so that I may cause a rift

in the shine that makes
all but a dream

listlessly I awake to
waves tumbling over the thresholds

withal for a tide
of change