Every technique,
To keep me from begging at your feet.
I'm going to fight the craving,.
Kick the addiction,
Find a way to get over this affliction.
I'm going to tie my hands,.
And steady my feet,
Make sure I'm happier, lest we meet.
I'm going to hurt,
I'm going to long,
Doing my best not to question,.
My every action with obsessive fascination,.
Of how you let go of the best thing that ever happened?
I'm going to miss you in the quiet moments between,.
The smiles and miles will pass by,.
Wondering only briefly what if and why?
It will be a process,
A logical thought out remedy,
A controlled and planned journey,
Forgiving but not fogetting.
It will be a feat,
One I have already overcome,
Climbing this mountain once more,
Doing my best not to fall.
It will be engineered to perfection,.
A healing process,
Ready for implementation.
It will be considered,
Tendered, tweaked and blended,
Designed to console me over how this ended.
It will be no-where-near simple,.
Opportunity for a relapse ample,
Confidence in the princples,
Methodic and mental,
Fighting my "stories" instrumental.
