why do i insist on pursuing the unattainable
it always ends the same
some sad fuck sitting at a bar talking of what could have been
how happy they should have been
"if only i hadn't"
the reminder
two more shots to the wall and I'm right their with him
some faceless fuck
a one night stand from which i demand perfection
discretion
so tired of this,
i miss her
even now
its been not ten minutes since we last spoke
my heart just coming to grips with the words I'd uttered
and you
in no better a place
desperate for my approval
"its ok"
"We can get past this"
subtle reassurances that at this moment I'm unwilling to utter
despite this "Love" for each other
because in the end i
i don't know that i can make you happy...
because in the end,

i don't know if i should.