My heads this mess
that only craves your caress
a year has passed
since I sang you a lullaby
to send you softly
off to sleep
wrapped safely around me
no mistake

I focus on the good
forgetting the bad
watching a movie about
Elizabeth and Richard
that tells me maybe all love
is as turbulent as theirs was
one that ultimately
killed them both

And maybe that's love
maybe it is a volcano
and a tornado
crossing paths
setting fire to coals
we walk on
just to be able
to make that embrace

The shouting and screaming
the passion and pain
the long nights spent
curled up in ***** crying
in separate rooms only
wanting to be with
one another and yet
too stubborn to let go

Telling me silent lies
whispering to me tales
that it would all be fine
that the words you spoke
were empty and null
in the moment
not real or meant
to make me burn

The burning was always
so slow, like a fire fading
the heat calming
and as time passed
it never burnt as deep
no antibiotic needed
to heal the depth of
wound you scarred me with

Part of me loved
the passion and screaming
the cussing and smashing
of glasses
that fell in slow motion
to the slate on the floor
as it shattered
like my heart

We stabbed each other
more than once
it was endless
it was insane and crazy
it was nonsensical
and yet, after all this time
perhaps
perhaps
it was just
how true love is meant to be.

Maybe we were meant to be.

© Sia Jane