The Fall

To love is to destroy

Shatter that glass,
pound those drums.
Transform into something else, 
someone else.

Holding that beat in his hands.
His eyes.
His touch.
Fragile things shatter,
with love; without love.

But is whole really better?
There are no stories, 
about the girl who didn’t
stand on the cliffs edge.

Fallings half the fun,
the ground beneath is penance.
For the thump you felt,
the numb feeling in your fingertips,
within his eyes.
In his touch.

The world can burn for this,
die for this.
So I can have a moment longer 
in those flames.
If this is agony,
then why am I flying?

Love and pain,
are one in the same.
It’s the synonym,
I can live with.
To fight and love in equal measure.
It’s the contradiction,
I can live with.

With love, without love.
My best self and my worst.
The power to destroy,
in his eyes;
in his touch.

A battlefield in us.
A nation of history,
love, pain and loyalty;
within two people
with hands locked
on the others throat.

Yet, with that love
there was sun shining;
in his eyes,
in his touch.

The dark abyss of night
was inevitable;
in those eyes,
in that touch.

The fall will be hard,
things will shatter;
the world has burnt.
No one wins in war
and nothing good
comes from fire.



But why have a heart,
if not to break it?

Author's Note

Focus on the grammar and punctuation please