Pleasure turns to the pain, lessons learned from the strain , questions burned in my brain
About wheter love is humane in its touch.
These thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of your deceit.
Fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions.
Chaotic because the anchor of eros’ arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation.
Seperation not as simple as the distance between us.
Mind no longer possessed by the demons that have been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies.
The seeds of these lies rooted so deeply they have cracked the foundation of what we once shared.
Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside, to gush out like a river, ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts as violently and as brutally as if it were a child being taken from its mothers’ arms.
I’m left surronded in darkness, but I refuse to be swallowed by it.
My loneliness like the night air, invisible to the eye,obvious to the touch.
It is cold uncomfortable ness.
Yet if i could do it all over again, I’d do it in the same skin I’m in.
To lay down and let love die?
To stay down and let love lie?
Nah, nah, not I -
I’d stay around and let love fly.
Even though I have seen its darkest form deceit,
Nothing else could taste this warm, or feel this sweet.
~ Big Rube (via gorgeou-ss)