I swear, right person, you say now’s the wrong time
Will it ever be not, because this passion and desire is the most sublime
Is around it the dance to which we’re taking our prime?
I couldn’t imagine being on the mountain with anyone else and within, I swear I only have one more climb
I try everything I know how to and then some to move past you, but you deprive
Me of all of the clarity, equanimity and contentment for which I strive
When catharsis and trying to breath it out is only helping keep it alive
But that’s okay, the war is peace, on this conflict and torture I thrive
Stab me through the heart, it couldn’t bleed for anyone else anyway
Leave me satisfied, leave me whole, leave me in disarray
Feed my confusion, drink my tranquility, I’ll be your willing prey
And as the life leaves me, tell me “Maybe someday”