Loved,
Desired,
Aspects that are to be collected,
A loving embrace seemingly so effortless,
Sacrifices made to unite two as one,
An admiration of two never undone,
But a bridge never properly strung.

Fire,
Passion,
Built from within,
None to contend,
The burning of my pen,
Or was it my heart,
Confused from the start.

Placate
Compassion
So easily to forget,
No longer to restore what tore apart in the hastiest regret,
Broken in two foreseeing a labored path,
So we look to memories we have nominated,
Never thinking to glance back at the carnage we have abated.

Distraught,
Pieces,
But, never once ashamed,
Because only in my inner destruction,
Lies the source of my abstain,
Disconnect my heart, so effortless one would say,
Sounding much too simple, easy, and plain.