Pleasure turns to the painOf the lessons learned from the strainOf the questions burned in my brain

Pleasure turns to the painOf the lessons learned from the strainOf the questions burned in my brain about whether love is humane in its touchThese thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of your deceitFighting a current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotionsChaotic because the anchor of Eros’ arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuationSeparation not as simple as the distance between usMy mind no longer possessed by the demons that had been the overseers of my enslavement to your liesThe seeds of these lies rooted so deeply they’ve cracked the foundation of what we once sharedAllowing the faith in us I had sealed inside to gush out like a riverRipping 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 armsI’m left surrounded in darkness, but I refuse to be swallowed by itMy loneliness like the night air; invisible to the eye, obvious to the touch, in its cold uncomfortablenessYet If I could do all over againI’d do it in the same skin I’m inTo lay down and let love die, just stay down and let love lieNo, no, no, no, not II’d rather stay ‘round and let love flyEven though I’ve seen its darkest form; deceitNothing else could taste this warm or feel this sweet -- source link
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