sure to be misconstrued

:: Changing self, lowering expectations :: But there is none! Not anymore...

the end is near, so my mind hears
it's just a matter of time, before i unwind
the heart is slow to follow, though it knows
to wake up and stop wishing, she'd love you so.

melodramatic it sounds, melodramatic i wish it were
but, it no longer is that, for i have resigned to live
for the moment - that in itself a characteristic,
a trait that makes me dismantled to the core.

if there is hope, i can only wish it would show
to challenge my thoughts and explain to me
life's idiosyncrasies and why i'm wedged
no where, no way, no how... just nothing.