ATL Poem

pleasure turns to the pain lessons learned from the strain
questions burned in my brain.. about whether 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 Erros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation
separation not as simple as the distance between us
my mind no longer possessed by 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
im left surrounded in darkness but i refuse to be swallowed by it
my lonliness like the night air invisible to the eye obvious to the touch
it is cold uncomfortableness yet if i could do it all over again id do it in the same skin im in
to lay down and let love die just stay down and let love lie? no, no..not i id 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