The Hardest Thing

There are times
When I feel awake
In a moment
In a month
In the face of love
In my heart
And it seems like it will last forever
Or maybe that's just my hope
And the shocking part, is that
I have that hope
That the very thing that sustains me
In turn, perils me
It breaks my heart
That I cannot, somehow, curb my cynical mind
I cannot stop what is coming
Rushing
Crashing
Static
Stagnates
Like the air that rushes into my lungs
When I throw my head back in pleasure
In a moment of laughter
In the presence of a lover
In the face of purity
In the place where the connection is undeniable

But, I guess

Goddamn

The fog rolls down the mountains
After the storm
No matter
What my heart feels
Or what it doesn't
Haste screams her romantic shrill into the cockels of my heart
Pleading for me to listen

And what plays in the background of my mind
Is glorious, Prague rock guitar sounds
And the line that continues to cancerously grow:
'Expectation is the father of disappointment'