It will always be this,
a step too far in the wrong direction and
a step back to adjust.

It will always be “NO’S” and “SLAMMED DOORS”
before “YESES” and “BLINKING ENTRANCES”.

It will always be this struggle between the heart and mind,
a longing dance when my feet are chained.

It will always be hoping for the best
but expecting the worst,
the future remaining ba myso until it turns into history,
tomorrow into years.

It will always be this,
watching to catch another glimpse of a bliss not bound to ever show.

It will always be swallowing profanities to retain the tranquil air
clenching fists but never throwing punches.

It will always be believing in love despite countless heartbreaks
because it’s the only warm thing in our cold world.

It will always be this,
reminiscing past opportunities
and drowning in present’s regrets.

It will always be taking the heat and blocking the blows
till I can’t no more.

I will always be this,
a little too late
a little too soon
But never on time.