From my vantage point, the awkward exuberance in our smiles does not mar how pellucid the melancholy of our spirits is.
Try as we may, but to no avail, we suppress and repress, those feelings which pressure us into a deep press rendering us depressed.
You try and try and I know you tried, and Im tired.. 143, but Im abdicating the bonds which bound you and me. Abdicating the sorrows that you cant see, abdicating all we had so our souls can be free.
But you try some more.
Know Im trying to let you know, that 143, but Im letting go.
Im ignorant, not that I know not, but I know not how long well be, or how long we wont be.
You say I dont know so I dont care, dont you dare!
Because you see, youre ignorant too, not that you know not, but you dont know how many times I cried in clandestine then I luxuriate myself in your red wine, you pour it but youre not there
Detached from us, and you dont care.

We fight, thats our plight and with every inconsequential word we face the consequences and we hurt.
With every inconsequential word, we sequester ourselves more far away..143 but its hard to stay.

The bed, the floor, on the counter top, and against my door, are realms of passion we perpetually explore.
Then Im done and you want more, and then youre done and I want more.
We have a penchant for these realms, but they assuage the friction frolicking between you and me only for a time, only temporarily.
I erected a fort around my mind, to keep you from erecting mine, but secretly so seductively you rip it down every time.
My want for you is so titanic, your lust so colossal you confuse it with love, and you sink my titanic with your colossus.
We fall perpetually into that abyss, where we cant return from
You, Ill no longer miss, I wish I could divulge what I want so bliss,
I cant,
So 143, a rose and a kiss.