Giving up the Seige

I fear there's nothing I can do,
to breach your walls of ice and snow.
My heat can't melt yet fires glow,
pleadings at your gate eschewed. 

So I trudge back to my home,
sound retreat upon the horn,
marching back oh so forlorn,
succumb myself to be alone.

I need more than you can give.
Need more than I'll ever know.
Thinking now that I should go.
Eyes are fleshy briney sieves.

Go and love, and be loved too.
That is all I wish for you.
But I don't think that its me,
whom you really want and need.

This is just the way I feel.
Not that you will ever hear.
Loss of love, no longer fear,
this is what is true and real.

Need nobody else but me.
The only thing I'll ever be.
I've already been set free.
From this epic tragedy.

My eyes dry fast and heart grows cold.
Toss in my hand, no bet, I fold.
Hoping that I don't grow old.
Death come quickly, soft, and bold.

I can't love me, so, can't love you.
I know you feel the same way too.
Please do not feel sad or blue.
There's nothing else I know to do.

Live the few years I have left.
Live them to the very best.
I care not, I've failed life's test.
I just want some peace and rest.

Can't stand to eat, not anymore.
Life is but a tired chore.
Everything is one great bore,
something that I quite abhor.

But the light shines far away.
There will come a joyous day.
When I no longer have to stay,
in this life of disarray.

Untitled unintentional haiku

Love is fleeting as the wind,
painfully ephemeral.
I am so tired
Of the horrible horde
lurking deep inside,
centered in my chest.