I can't believe in you.
Not the way I did before . . .

Once.

Stupid and naive,
  Stumbling down the
Road less traveled,
  You vowed
And I trusted.

A perfect moment,
  To abuse.

Twice.

A journey
   Led me back
To you.
  More words.
Flowing,

Hollow words.

  I believed.
(How fucking obtuse)

Here's another,
  Don't let it go . . . 

So much for premonition
  And intuition,
And all those -tion adjectives
  That show you the future . . .

Mine are all broken
  To match the heart I hold.

You talk of longing,
  Of dreams that call you back
to a time
  when the lines were clearer.

So did I.
You weren't listening.

Always your time
  Always your way.

Not anymore.

I needed to worry about
  myself for once.

Now you finally
  see . . .

The dust of creeds outworn.