CrawlingBACK 
  a c r o s s
   the darkened path 
the cRacKs scratch my thoughts as
 the few I've tossed 
scrawls regards to a borrowed past

The love wasn't yours 

I aggrandized 

Infatuated with a *lance*

It stabbed my side 
It stabbed my hands
It stabbed my feet 

The passion was sweet as arugula 

 a *cruciferous* entreat

The pastry's insipidity
Dealt the bitter soliloquy 

"There's nothing reciprocal, 
         No sensitivity. 
You are mostly a mannequin
A stand-in before romance's incipiency"

My timidity couldn't violate your intensity

I wouldn't be a brute, 
Our friendship would b r e a k at bigotry

I'd rather be the bigger person 
at *105lbs soaking wet*

The volume of the rain 
That quenched my adoration
Could take a boat from
         Lima                          to Budapest