Don't press your vows
So heavily to me.
You forget while you're speaking
I can see the film fading.
Torn at the edges
Revealing your weak sides.
If asked just the question
There would be no resistance.

My will is much bolder
Than you give me credit.
Though my logic lacks purpose,
It still is crusading.
Tattered and frayed
Running hard as I pull you.
You can fail on your own
Without my assistance.

Use big words like commitment
And small ones like virtue.
Because they all sound like music
When spoken to thin air.
Torn at the edges,
Like wounds unattended.
Denial of the presence
Won't dispel its existence.

By numbers and meanings
We defy our attraction.
But Small glimpses of promise
Betray our illusions.
Too vast a breech
This dangerous divide,
But I shalll tear down the spaces
Between you and I.

In pictures of dead times
On glossy bright paper,
Are shields that protect you
From your own desires.
Torn at the edges,
Offering just decoration.
If only they meant
What you thought when you framed them.

A twilight will settle
The sky's embers to ashes.
Then these ashes to dust
Fall faint in remembrance.
To cover your body
With my sweet perspiration
Is not what I'm asking
But all I desire.