Obsessive At the Point of No Return
all I had to offer,
sacrificed the sparkle of her eyes;
all she really needed,
the sole, elusive trait I dispossessed;
all she could have been,
laid waste in such a way to emphasise;
all I counted lost,
purblind within the veil of the obsessed.
all the vagrant dreams,
now moribund and shorn of living wealth;
all the failure nights,
when fault I laid directly at her feet;
all I never did,
to rectify the fool I made myself;
all I should have done,
vanishing like chattel in the street.
all I focus on,
a struggle in a limp and futile haze;
all the chances gone,
when still born lust had died a sorry death;
all is ended now,
yet in my nerves her glamour ever stays;
all is said and done,
garbage on the 'phone, I waste my breath.
all my sad ideals,
in jigsaw pieces that can never fit;
all I can't forget,
in a loathing heart must simply burn;
all to which I cling,
a vacant source of utter deficit,
all that I remain,
obsessive at the point of no return.
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