Idle Words

You sat and you moped,  
propagating a litany  
of foul insecurities  
that lead me to  
conclude a dissolution  
to us.  
   
A resounding end to  
something that never  
should have begun.  
   
But sex has a way of getting  
in the way wouldn't you agree?  
   
It deludes you.    
It fools you into thinking  
there is a chance at something  
greater than the wetness that develops  
below.  
   
I am the greater fool because,  
because you had it all figured out  
since the day we met.  
   
You knew it would end.  
Hoped it would I'm guessing.  
   
Because arrogant idle  
words were the only    
true thing you ever  
flung my way  
that I could  
hold onto  
and know.