My greatest sin was robbing you of responsibility,
Depriving you of pain.
Of always intruding the consequences of your sins.
Whenever we judge, we will be judged.
So I had to step back and watch you be your own hero.
That was love's greatest gift.

Beauty is symmetry, like day and night.
Where everything is done in moderation,
and there's nothing beyond as before.

It was only a puff,
that turned into a chain of cigarettes.
It was only a cup,
and it's a series of bottles.
Only once and never,
turned into often and forever.
Wars waged on multiple fronts.
Numbed intuition,
feigned indifference.

All you asked of me,
was to be taken somewhere, anywhere;
and all you did was worry about getting there.
Sadly we never got there,
and all I ever wanted,
was pleasure that comes with the pursuit;
not the destination.
Like two strangers on the road to nowhere.

Death is the future,
Though it may not be the immediate future.
Now is all we truly have,
for it's the only thing we gain and never lose.

Emotions are versatile and volatile,
and love is not an exception;
so I won't promise forever.

Beauty that whispers to souls,
and matures like wine;
works like venom on the heart.
Conquering willing victims.