Where do we go?

Whats next? Like, when is like worth as much as love given the situation? It takes two to tango, but how many does it take to atop dancing to the same old song?

We both desire and deserve more. Am I the one to give it to her, is she the one to give it to me? Am I fighting to stay together or fighting for a reason to stay together?

Questions to ask... will they ever be answered.

Freedom

The end is in the beginning

tres palabras

it began with 3 words.

okay, it didn't begin with 3 words, but the end did.

three words that no man wants to receive from his mistress of months.

i

love

him.

ouch, that hurt. i hurt more than it was supposed to.

she uttered the words with electronic franticness,

no emoticons necessary this time.

it was clear.

She Loved Him.

She begged me for a favor in those final moments.

in those final moments as our Future sank with my Heart,

she asked me to speak to her Love.

Tell him lies about the lies she had told me,

that our night of warm embrace was less than that.

Comfort his fears of her betrayal, by betraying my self.

Three words.

where?

where are you at?

thats not a question about location but it is.

it's about the location of your heart.

but then again, its not a question that i really want answered, oddly enough.

i spend my days trying to forget what you mean to me,

but that isn't possible.

i knew i couldn't succeed at it.

it's 2 a.m. in the morning, in the bed i share with another,

and you still cross my mind.

what a cruel existence i imagine for myself,

until the void of you is filled.

i have so much to tell you if our stars ever realign.  i'm not holding my breath though.