Wishful Thinking

Passion,
One word,
One stupid fucking word that sarcasm has now embedded itself
We fight because we forgot the basics
And now this is what we know
I believed in a fantasy
You are too weak to speak 
I was damaged
And your pride made you too lost without
With both of us surrounded by misguided honesty
It was love, and a lust served best with a Miller High Life
If we couldn’t love we had to hate 
The passion refused to die;
That is all we have
Yet, my absence of hate finds your glances;
My lips form the words,
Hey Stranger

-AB

Song of the night – This Feeling by Alabama Shakes