The Aggravator of False Wounds

This city is a river tonight so lets let it swill us away, through alleys and over bridges to ghostly borders of it's limits where we can shine and fucking burn under the stars. Hopefully this will be the last journey we ever make because the truth is Kate I can't handle your smile. You were selfish and brawn and you thumped into my heart with your fists, everyone said it would end like this. Maybe I wrote you as a perfection of character, one so flawless and kind you were a work of fiction, but when I think of you laughing with those envious eyes I feel chilled to my core with regret and I know your reality was lay in that truth. But it's over now, and although time was no healer I think it's safe to say it's been kind to me. Years have rolled by without reason, life has moved on without cause. The hourglass moulded for us was dropped long ago and the last grain of sand has blown on. This is all justification for me because it's my obsessive colouring of the human condition that has allowed this whole and fluid envisioning to carry on. I want to bury you know and locate sensibilty. I want to find my own feet and walk on. I want to name you and shame you and leave you behind. I want to flock with the birds and just fly. I want to pass on this city and move to new climes. I want to shake myself six years ago and open my eyes. Most of all I just want you, but saying goodbye will have to do. Time is the greatest aggravator of false wounds, that's all I really know.