21/30 Love on the Run

I desire the most from him like
The promise attached to the last word
His last breath
That would bring him one lie closer
To death
Because truth his
He's constant
Consistent in leading me around
The bush
I go fishing by the sea of love
And I catch nothing
Bait, that's all I have
And I never bring anything
Home
I desire the most from him
In my daze I walk miles
And my buckets have holes in them
And by the end of my daily journey
My resilence has leaked out
I've had more than my share
Disillusions and disappointments
Abound
I just need to get over him