Finite Tears

The heavy thumping is done.
I could be hurting so bad, but I don't wanna hurt no more.
Don't wanna fuck with that part of me anymore.
It's weird trying to grab at thin air, so I stopped.
With the juxtaposition of your vague disposition and passionate moments to think back to, I see the only way to win my heart is to make me trust you all the way--not so fast. I couldn't even know how much I was holding back (until now), but disappointment gets old after a while. Think my heart is in a cocoon, or coma.
She says she loves you. But she ain't in love with you. You're unreliable, a heartthrob, a sinner, a sweet talker. That's fine, cause she ain't perfect. But she's no fool. And on the inside I'm sure her soul cries at night. Her blank face is tired. But when she dreams she knows just the way she likes it. Pure. Free of indiscrepancy. Finite tears exist under the circumstance. She's got peace that transcends deeper than where all aching (bullshit) can reach. In her last kiss she says she's simply letting go. Master jester watch the crepuscular memories crumble in her hands.