What’s wrong with our love, loves?
It’s so short lived.
It starts out with a bright
flame
only ending in ashes
so full of passion
yet wrought with destruction
streamlined with fears, and
mistakes
that outlive good intentions,
we pledge ourselves before God
and man
binded with spheres that promise
the unbroken;
indestructible
made of titanium and precious
stones
whose kryptonite is revealed
only as time unfolds
through damaging words, and
absentee-isms
judgements that see clearly
out of lenses
condemned by impaired vision
of realities.
Misconstrued…
Arising from insecurities roots
weakening the vine
eventually dying
from its feed of unclarified
assumptions,
fear of knowing and accepting
truth.
From the inability to let go
and forgive.
.truly.
Not just with words,
but with the heart, mind, and
soul
.intensely.
Smiling yet hiding the secret
belief that two
really can’t become
One.
Since we partake daily from the
plate
that states
each man for himself is what
makes us what we always wished
but could never be…
Strong.
We are unable to face the worst
after the better times
disappear
till death do us part
is just the reason to pull the
trigger
abusing with every method we’ve
learnt
sometimes the worst, from each
other
more than just a trigger finger
that blames…
but the prideful ego that never
reflects
on one’s part played in the
overall shame.
Every day we kill each other
long before our actual deaths
we forego exposing our
vulnerabilities
it’s preferable to lay it all
to rest.
Our short term will is what we
bring
to power the long term haul
cherishing the fragrant rose
bed
ignoring the inevitable
blasphemy
that will fall
from our lips
when hands become bloodied
by the awaiting prick
that sullies our false ideas
of it not being a bed of roses
unless you clip the thorns…
Not realizing it’s the thorns
evolution that
helped those roses to be born.
Becoming tired on a journey
momentarily disguised…as
different levels of one
destination,
we say our piece
breaking the perceived lease of
lives
temporary now…
through held breaths of
frustration
then, free once more
we continue our disastrous
course
in passions new
intoxicating desire
bringing old tricks to a new
game
and in the end…still unlearned
.unfulfilled.
This too expires.
What’s wrong with our love,
loves?
It’s so short lived.
It starts out as a bright
flame,
only to end in ashes.
It doesn’t survive the lightest
gale
of any type of affliction
God forbid it should withstand
the tremors of lust
to prove its faithfulness to
commitment;
but
so it is…and
our love
.fails.
Each time that it is tested
because our Cupid builds
castles
placing value on location.
Skies,
where all our storms had
nested.
Cupid, our dear cherub.
Classically. Blind.
Valuing skies…
airy and light,
not realizing the true worth
of our love
really lies invested
on the foundation where our castle
is rested.
#SELAHSATURDAYS
My
Inspiration: Divorce
© KohylahPiper 2015
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