i survived the frigidness that is your winter heart's storm; so it's safe to say i can survive antartica.

I can no longer go on with this obsession
to return to our once great civilization.
Arcadian, natural, before ever the invention
of lies became any ever day occurrence.
She keeps me around for no good reason;
that i'm more than completely certain.
I offer nothing to her table but starvation.
When it comes to receiving her lovely attention,
I go on hunger strikes; because it isn't often
her interest and just pseudo, some kinda fiction
so I want to binge on it before it's gone.
Her laughter is almost like a rare flower in
the depths of a dense jungle; only once so often
is it recovered. So I see why you yelled, 'conviction!'
I brought out the worst in you, while it was in
me, you brought forth the best. It must not have been
a fair trade but wow, oh how we had tried to find a reason
to keep on living side by side. Battles raging
relentlessly inside our once great castle of romance.
Now when ever I think of you I think of, chances
missed; piano's; dawn's brilliance; and park benches.
But can't grow to gather up my nerves and for once
finish this melodramatic symphony. People will dance
to it in ball rooms without the slightest sense
that it's actually contrived of memories spent in
drunken stature. Nervousness was the only companion
I brought on our date; but my silence
is what lead you to believe in me you find condolence.
Sympathy for the devil and burning passion
are on different ends of the metronome; but a fashion-
able Zeitgeist has me grasping, almost in vain
for a rebirth to the world of creative invention.
It's almost if it's a waste, to have history a lesson;
because we just go in phases, with no way of changing.
Doesn't matter what I desire I will be left wishing
for the youth I wasted; or still that longing
to live any time but the present. Maybe among
the early humans I'd discover love worthy of my writing.