I woke bitterly I'm bruised, evidently poison stings elegantly when I think of your face
Nothing can replace the feeling of the chase the constriction of desire the elation of loosening lace a life of loneliness burning on the pyre but when I wake now all this is as the murky floor the bed of dreams and irks, a distant past crammed and burried in the fogotten Footfalls stir the watery gloom of the swamp whose surface breaks only when I sleep and thrash.
In the distance a glow, an inviting innocent thumping so warm and benign, I know It's you.
I grasp your heart a thing whose fist I thought I knew. Words as sharp as fissures of guilt. A voice as hard as jails of stone. I thought I knew your steadfast heart, but now in feeling its warmth and sound, I doubt my anger.
Of course, I can't be talked down I won't be convinced of forgiveness my pride still hangs in rags my heart still beats like abuse my throat is still taut from every word I hung on and, yes, I hung on, while you shook and shook and shook until I let go!
I stab your heart the skies erupt with lightning my face caught in a mixture of pain and delight and fear and remorse a confusion I cannot identify but will haunt me in every silence
In my twisted glee, I expect your heart to bleed to wither to perish, but the waters of life flow forth and I feel you weeping
My body slackens I feel disgust wrack my nerves "How could I?" but you lay there, hoping to embrace me your love still drawing me close is all I had ever wanted I kneel, I fold, crying my own nonsense away you wrap your arms around me.
How is it that only humans, will love each other more after going to war?
"It was just a fight..." you whisper in my ear, "Only I can **** my love for you."
I'm not sure of what inspired me to write this, but I hope it's good.