Your words conform my foolish thoughts.
Words however do not necessarily express emotions
our conversation echoes through me,
messes me up as spells and potions would.

our love is as weightless as gravity
as simple as the most complexed thesis and
As true as the hallucinations a sickly person would have.

denial and deceit line our relationship
as the tiles on a house would.
Yet rage and love coexist
like how man and women do.

The words you pose to me are ugly
still the words that come from your soul are beautiful.
Something you wrote from the past rings through me
and so i'll bring it up personally.


"she leaves again acquiesced in the pain,
a broken heart shattered by sophistry.
in fury they part their love
condemned to history."


Now looking at this I ask,
if you knew what would happen.
why didn't you prevent it?