Two Paths Collide

The trials of love

The Spoken Word can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHT0UxtpOVA

Love,

can be defined as

when two paths meet,

and collide,

coinciding

with the intersection of lives.

A pain,

which thrives on goodbyes,

rises like fire

in the cruel,

twisted world, of desire.

As if

the intersection

of two vectors

mathematically states,

that they may never meet again,

two straight lines

with different destinations

and a combination of factors,

that bring us together.

Forever,

and not a second less,

the lines in the plane

of existence,

a persistent reminder

of the inevitable change.

Strange,

strangers,

so quickly drawn

and torn limb from limb

in unexpected circumstance.

Chance,

and luck,

stuck between yes,

and goodbye,

too shallow to simply

accept no

we grow stronger

in defeat.

Collision,

our vision,

so obscured,

by blind obsession,

we are ignorant

to the truth,

that awaits a confession.

In love,

and out of love,

we wove webs of wonder,

thunder and lightning

a storm I'd wait out with you.

Truly,

I felt it was right,

too right,

but we met too soon

and the moon

became that much darker.

Night,

the light

that one can provide,

died in that second.

Beckoning arms

opened like the sea,

for Moses

but so quickly it closes

because I needed solitude.

Moods,

swinging like vines,

as heartbreak declines

to an echo,

an anchor

that weighs on the mind

and the heart,

sinking pride

and docking fear

in my harbour.

Harbouring questions,

as hoarders harvest material,

a bacterial infection

where answers are no medicine.

Self worth,

devalued by the collision

of two trajectories,

so easily prevented

by stop

look, listen.

Stop,

Spontaneously thrown

into the savage world

of eat, or be eaten,

beaten down

because I chased pleasure

and it hastily departed.

Look,

seeing the signs

was as easy as reading lines

at face value.

But when faced

with the disgrace

of being wrong,

I rewrote rhythms

in ignorant song.

Listen,

as if by magic

logic clicks into place,

as it pains me to admit

I was wrong.

Pride,

lied to and deceived

I believed I had been wronged,

rather,

I had prolonged the inevitable

with naive advances.

Two paths,

crossing equal,

and drifting apart,

a rift in my heart,

the scar of this reality.

Justified,

the very word

that makes my fists clench.

Heart wrenching

brutality,

knowing you were not faithful.

Trust,

hard as iron,

left to rust

because you lied.

Because you lied

I find no meaning

in messages sent,

hell bent on ideals

I was aware did not exist.

Kissed,

for the first time,

you stole my breath

a crime I cannot condemn.

Rather,

wish it were not so empty

as the heart

that I skipped beats for.

War,

that I waged

in anger and pity,

the city of demons

where purity is but a sin.

Love

is where two paths meet,

true love however

is the convergence

of two vectors at infinity.