Life

Pleasure turns to the pain of the lessons learned
from the strain of the question
burned in my brain about
whether love is humane in it's touch.
These thoughts are like salmon,
swimming upstream
in the tears of your deciet,
fighting the current hurt
that kills more than is created
by the chaos of our intertwined emotions,
chaotic because the anchor of Ero's 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 bruitally
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 obvious to the touch
in its cold uncomfortableness.
Yet if Icould 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
naw naw, not I, i'll stay 'round and let love fly.
Even though I have seen it's darkest form, deciet.
Nothing else could taste so sweet or feel this warm.