Ready, aim...forgiveness

"I've been loving you.....for too long...."

Quenched
This drought of lonely moments
In which my response is grateful

The words are beautiful
and the pain
So perfectly woven into the disaccord of tones she releases

However, my surface cannot be so reflective

My disillusion is an installation in my piece
and the visibility is much more demanding in excuses
I have no one to blame
But me

Except you
I have you
and I have always had you
You've been at that fingertip that shook
Violently in my mind
and pegged me as the
lucrative laughingstock 

Profitable
Certainly not for me.

Able to whisk the idea of forgiveness
I pass that one right by
a sign that I would beseech to say
Morality

A moral of muddy cowboy boots
It's all that comes to mind
No matter how little sense it makes

I've dragged them through that terrain
and allowed the discomfort
and allowed my chagrin of bravery to
make anyone proud

A promise you can't keep
But I covet an exchange where you would
Allow this fruitful mind game to cease

For the purpose ......of resonance

Now, aim.