was painful.
to lose you as a
is equally painful.
but lost you are.
the walls are sooo high,
and that finely honed saber
I had when I began storming
your citadel isn't even
sharp enough to
slash my own wrists.
It's not that I don't care.
It's just that I can't
care any more.
my conscience is clear.
which is more than I can
say for my consciousness.
I tried.
i tried honestly.
i tried intently.
i tried, i tried.
i cried, i died.
It didn't work because
didn't want it to work.
you need love, but not mine.
you need to love, but not me.
And I know that it is truly over
because I find more relief in
these "goodbye" lines than pain.
~Peter McWilliams, I Love Therefore I am
the promises
of your
eyes
were
lies
~Peter McWilliams, I Love Therefore I am
I ceremoniously disposed
of all the objects connected
with you. I thought they were
contaminated.
I'm the one that's contaminated.
~Peter McWilliams, Love...an experience of
this is a
simple
statement
of
loneliness.
a simpler
statement
would be a
scream.
I tried that,
but found it
lacking in
literary
merit.
~Peter McWilliams, Love...an experience of
