Pleasure turns to the pain
of the lessons learned from the strain
of the questions burned in my brain
about whether 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 its mothers 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 child uncomfortablness
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 around and let love fly
Even though I have seen its darkest form; deceit.
Nothing else could taste this warm
or feel this sweet. ♥____________________ .
- Antwone Fisher.
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