My failures resounding
Only for compounding
The amount of loss I have endured;
To not know what I do
Would work to eschew
The way I feel without her, unsecured.
My heart's pounding,
But the feeling is grounding,
It reminds me of how much I felt lured;
Lured to a place with no taste,
Only a constant feeling of haste,
To be other places and times, but inured
By the strain of failing relations;
Far too many subtle temptations
And a feeling of mutual destruction assured.
Dum diddly Dum Dum