If I could i would,curse time and all its unwanting dimensions of reality.
Past,present and present.
Dont mention the future because we never see it coming.
Sincerely i despise courtesy to some point.
We met in a joint of social rejects,virtualy speaking.
But i was formal and well behaved,enough for her to let me be her friend.
Trends and trending we did that together.
More than a friend she became,an intimate today and romantic streams followed.
Remember how,she always called or inboxed.
Late night audio tapes we made for eternal echoes to trap and resound...
Back for my intergalactic mind of bonding to dissociate my love from her emotions,unexpectedly.
In a jiff my true self tranformed into a john doe pretender.
I despise myself now more than ever...
I smile at any girl while i should be crying for her.
Hug women for fun,whilst in my head pushing her away further.
But resist the extra mile,with them because i don't want to write a poem titled;
I HAD A LOVER
CARSWELL evoL aka the lost romanticist.�
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