Clarity

All this time I've spent terrified,
that with distance would come clarity,
that intensity does not ensure longevity,
that it would be an impossibility
to ignore that intentionality
is paramount to how I love
and in abundance - this you lack,
with respect to me, undoubtedly,
and truly that concludes this matter.
No resentment, just acceptance.
Upon reflection,
it is easier to pour love into a bottomless vessel,
that from which rejection is certain.
This dreaded lack of perspective
promises no desirable objectives
- I fear cyclical, repetitive,
and yet my faith, which you ridicule,
dictates destiny, irrelative.

NHG