Insanity at a whim,
in the sane window pane when I win.
Expectations, spectacular vernacular,
less drive by in my mind. I lose.
Words cross the railroad, but
only when cerulean skies bliss bless the mess less entangled love.
I love you. I miss you. I treasure you.
My sexual desires exhale withdraw in need for your loins around my lips. Your taste withers with memory.
Time elapsed with self discipline. Self inflicted emptiness with hope of inspiring a stronger future. Only to vindicate virility and eliminate everything.
Future, forgetfulness, forever faithful failures.