A constant thought

For each passing day

Constant as the morning sun

And the afternoon rains

 

Unpredictable

Like the mood swings

Of a love

That just won't go away

 

With every new endeavor

New intent will rise

Still sadly stuck on the past

So nothing ever bears fruit

 

A love that stopped

Truly being love

When the lines were drawn

And sides were chosen

 

A friendship quickly shifts

As anger and lies come

Nothing else moves forward

Limited by the curse of predictability

 

Stagnant

Lacking the dynamics of being

Purged of lessons

Just unending monotonous pain

 

All for this lack of closure

Forever dwelling on the lost

Possibly in fear of it's end

An end I need, but not want

 

Surrounded by the fear

That when the pain goes away,

The last ounce of you in me

Will also vanish