Hatred that fuels passion
Love that restrains resentment.
More of a balance,
there is none.
Even more of an irony
When to risk everything if we must,
we’d gladly do. But one more trip
and over the cliff
one
of us goes.
Though both of us know,
insignificant others will no longer signify us.
Future pain
out of the question is.
Though the remaining one
stings
with every silenced complaint masked with trust:
We mustn’t say,
We mustn’t show….
Both of us have ending arguments.
Both of us win.
Both of us lose.
Both of us surrender.
After so many tears,
after so much steam and anger –
the experience doesn’t fail, to
show us human.
Doesn’t fail to let us
downgrade pride.
and value every breath-taking moment.
Let our sight take care of past feelings.
We deliberately forgive
…do we forget?
We never forget.
We repress.
Repression that hurts
us,
but also prevents us from the
almost inevitable end.
Where do we fall?
Where do we combine,
repel any sign of despair?
A place where we can never go when mostly desired
– but always arrive in the
neediest of times.
A place where unconsciously we drown
into each others eyes - just once more.
Time non-existent.
Never will we understand
for never will we need to.
The plain fact is there,
And when there,
rationality suddenly becomes irrational.
My frustration to your ways.
Your hatred to my actions.
Our compassion for our love.
Bliss may come
when words of it are spoken no more.
Both of us
in mutual eternal exhilaration.