Hurtful Pride

Can you drown without water?  

Why yes,yes you can, just try to get a word in.  
 
The only thing I've ever been is what I'm not.  
 
You now see the demon I am in expressing myself.  
 
I see the angel in you for enduring such a pain this long.  
 
Throughout the distant Mists of time we lose ourselves in the frivility of comfort and laziness.  
 
Men and women set in ways that are now second nature.  
 
Poems  written every so oft no longer occur.  
 
They were meant as a reminder of my affection.  
 
With nothing to replace them I feel you no longer know the presence of my love.  
 
One thing is certain.  
 
Poetry once written shall always remain.