Once again you stand before my path

With a scorn so worn a smile’s a treat.

I dig for one but you’re in no mood to laugh

Though your rage appeals more than your sweet.

And via the venom in your voice,

You fail in your attempt to hurt me,

For it only serves to support my choice

That you’re the one upon I would exert me.

But presently I take satisfaction from

The fact that I cannot have the one

Thing I desire and desire with such fire too,

And despite the corners of my lips curling and searching,

As my eyes and ears look past the cardigan and cursing

You haven’t half a clue…

That I want you so much due

To the fact you’re all but gone.

I’d give in just to touch you

But you’re going all but gone.

Why won’t you subscribe to such views

That you could be the One?

For that just makes it harder still

Until

The fight becomes a thrill.

Now both you and the door are unhinged-

I’d like to enter, tell me if I can.

Your forehead’s hot beneath your fringe,

No olive branch, but you understand.

Hearts race away with sense in tow

But leaving just enough to feel the carpet burns

From whimpering on wooden floors as though

It’d catch alight and drown our yearns.

And we’ll explode with the satisfaction acquired from

The fact we’re having the one

Thing we desire and desired for so long.

So as souls and eyes start conforming and searching

And hands and tongues evict the cardigan and cursing,

You quickly cotton on…