Stained Monochrome Wings

Comatose

03-08-13

I love him, and he loves me

and we love them.

Exultant with what I have,

but you were so unadulterated,

so picturesque.

You couldn’t commit,

I tried too hard,

we couldn’t exist in a comatose state;

Taciturn,

I wasn’t coming through, you never allowed.

But he’s so caring and empathetic

in this apathetic world.

Thinking cold,

the double-crossing duo.

We’re contented in our comatose state.