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.