Us, For What The Word Is Worth

So this is what I have to show
for everything that
once-upon-a-time was
us:

an as-yet-unmade promise;
an impracticable effort of will;
eleven months to think and ponder
over two or three's worth
of ill-made decisions;
and scarcely enough trust
to keep us through a
single night.

What's the point of having
friends you can't trust?

What's an admission worth,
anyways, when you don't
even know it's been made?
Two can tell: you are
not a fan of giving,
just getting.
You can say it, but do
you know what is being said?

There's just too much irony
laced up in your
faux-furious shouts:
you swear that this time,
this is the last time
you'll swear this is the last time,
but we both know that the other knows
that we will both keep
coming back for more.

(copyright a(scetic)verse, September 28, 2009)