An opulent relationship on a street of decadence,
Blossoming through cracks in the ground.
Never wilting under the burning sun,
But taking nourishment for sustenance from around.
A summer breeze drawing a shiver,
Huddling together so that we never wither
Braving the blizzard during winter,
Cuts from the wind causing a splinter.
Seasons change, our solidarity strengthens,
From roots up, our happiness lengthens.
But then came stagnation and initiated the ending,
But such was the conviction, the attempted mending
Who knew what tomorrow would bring?
For now, they held close and just let their harmony sing.
“… you just get better with time,
want you to write a book about us”
It was closing in on 3 am in the morning but the smile on his face could have replaced the impending sunrise. A few clicks later his word document was open and for an hour his fingers danced, waltzing memories across the keyboard, tap dancing in punctuation and a bit of free-styling emotion.
At the end of the hour, his heart beating like the rhythm of tribal drums, he inserted a full stop and reclined in his seat. Having read over what he had written, his recent emotional high seemed like a distant memory. The pages he had written were not part of a story, they were not an epic tale consisting of a myriad of memories, they were simply an enduring love letter.
It seemed as if he was under the illusion that he could never truly lose someone if he wrote about them enough. However, by inking her into eternity, he was simply making love to her with prose and in doing so, his writing in those pages showed him how much he had lost.
He took his glasses off and laid them over the keyboard, a sign of resignation. Remembering what she said, he shut his eyes and drifted away.
You never know the outcome.
I want the world to know… to know
We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie
He stared blankly out his window,
She hugged herself and began to cry.
They were facing inconvenient truths alone and to the public,
They told many a convenient lie.
If only they didn’t burn the bridge and would simply try,
Together like Bonnie and Clyde, in each other’s arms they’d die.
Am I sick? Or,
Is she a cure?
New perspective to old thoughts,
She’s the rain to areas of my mind suffering from droughts.
Impaired vision, I was walking a thin line,
She became a guiding light, her hand intertwined with mine.
But darkness comes too soon and it’s time to go.
No matter how hard I try, time won’t slow.
The path’s coming to an inevitable end.
Cracks are appearing, is there a way to mend?
We continue forward for now,
But our feet are beginning to become as heavy as led.
In ‘waiting on the lights to change’
You’ve got to wonder if the change will simply be a fullstop,
The tension in the room was slowly but surely being replaced by a sense of defeat, an unwavering sadness that was steadily filtering through and consuming everything. Wariness was beginning to be replaced by weariness as the two began to accept the end.
Eternity was only on their lips and laced in their desire but in their hearts there was only desperation and in their minds their was a doubt that every truth was nothing but a sweet poison, a lie. The air of finality was lingering, choking their thoughts and their emotions. There was nothing left to say, they were out of accusations and excuses.
He was a ghost to her and she was a mirage, to him both apparitions for the short term that could not be indulged in for the long term.
How many fond fools have travelled this path with maps made by cartographers blind? Different perspectives of words built a foundation that could never survive.
“Goodbye?” she whispered, unblinkingly.
“Goodbye.” He confirmed.
Looking away from her, he stared
out beyond the glass that protected him from the vast expanse of the world. The intensity in his eyes was not carried by his tongue as he gently whispered “cruelty.” To a stranger, it might well have been a word of seduction with the way he caressed each letter.
She did not look up from her phone but chose to ask with measured indifference, “what did you say?”
“Cruelty” he said dismissively. “A word defined as causing someone pain, but put more simply can be defined by four letters. Letters that spell love.”
She let her phone slip and land on her lap. He continued staring into the abyss of lights and activity, unabated.
“You say you’re wounded, but i see no scars”
How can you see when our distance is like that of venus and mars?
The ice in your heart is wearing my fire thin
We’re losing the battle we once fought, together, to win.
We build walls to keep each other out,
Yet we stand at our windows, smile to hide our inner doubt
We have a compass yet it points to nowhere,
Is this a game, because it seems far too unfair,
You’re calling the shots even though we’re on cruise control,
I cannot fight fire with fire because i’m all out of coal.
So either take a shovel and bury me
Or leave my heart and set me free
Because these wounds are running too deep
Blood from my heart will not cease to seep.
Head held high but emotionally low,
Make up your mind; stay or go.
“Truer words were never spoken”
but true words leave hearts broken
Lovers ought to speak naught but lies
For the truth is only for the wise.
Say all you must under the veil of a disguise
Honesty is unchartered territory for those who seek only the prize.
Love is akin to the barrel of a gun
Lovers just need to decide what side they’re on.
You say “i will follow you into the dark”
“truer words were never spoken”
Yet what lies, for i hear you only in my brightness of my reverie.