/Pleasure turns to the pain,
/ Of the lessons learned from the
strain,
/ of the questions burned in my
brain,
/ About whether to love is humane
/ In its touch.
/ These thoughts are like salmon
/ Swimming upstream
/ In the tears of your deceit,
/ Fighting the current hurt
/ That kills more than is created
/ By the chaos of our intertwined
emotions:
/ Chaotic because the anchor
/ Of Eros' arrow has been plucked from the
vessel
/ Of my undying infatuation.
/ Separation not as simple as the distance
between us,
/ My mind no longer possessed
/ By the demons
/ That had been the overseers
/ Of my enslavement to your lies.
/ The seeds of these lies,
/ Rooted so deeply
/ They have cracked the foundation
/ Of what we once shared,
/ Allowing the faith in us I had
sealed inside
/ To gush out like a river,
/ Ripping the image of our future together
/ From my thoughts
/ As violently and as brutally
/ As if it were a child being taken
/ From his mother's arms.
/ I'm left surrounded in darkness,
/ But I refuse to be swallowed by it,
/ My loneliness like the night
air.
/ Invisible to the eye, oblivious
to the touch,
/ In its cold comfortableness.
/ Yet if I could do it all over
again,
/ I'd do it in the same skin I'm in.
/ To lay down and let love die,
/ Just stay down and let love lie:
/ No, no, not I.
/ I'll stay 'round and let love fly,
/ Even though I have seen its
darkest form, deceit.
/ Nothing else could taste this
warm
/ Or feel this sweet.
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