my little hummingbird whispers

we are bound by the perverted resolve of swimming through uneasy water of frustration, regret and failed promises. my days are slowly overcome with memories yet still i forcibly push myself into the present. the divide that has come between and decided over adolescent love and infatuation. we jump and fly and fall down, quite hard. now we are apart and there it has been. the failure of it all, a promise to big to engulf and be. now, haunting images colonize each day but we've choosen long before the reality of this. your little cat calls bring me back to that fantasy island of love and passion. one which most, including our bodies have dreamt of. and now it is foregone. i will live with the loss each day but persist to live by.