Fragile
I realize how fragile love can be
It changes as the mood swings of a typical she
Like a perfect crystal glass, now pretty to see,
May shatter any second beyond inefficacy
That no matter how much caring effort you offer
To such a delicate treasure you can’t even assure
You are always prone at some point to grieve
It can make or break you as long as you live
To poor souls such as mine caught in this anathema
It is a same old story that starts with love’s enigma
Once it catches you crazy and you start to trip
You strive to give your all just to tighten your grip-
Of reality…
And yet you know you’ll slip
Because inside you desire so fervently to flip
And flip you do as you will your heart
To believe such euphoria from which you can’t part
You think of forever, constant and true
Such a reckless leap of faith too eager to brew
Oh, how you give your all just to simply find
That it was all worthless being numb and blind
Blind to jealousy that she so easily stirs
Numb to the pain as she ignores your tears
And how sad it feels to realize
Despite your growing anger as your patience flies
You yearn to stay and hope for the best
You hastily forgive and let your emotions rest
But we experts by experience don’t need to surmise
That such leniency is a selfish, clever compromise
Of your ridiculous ardor battling fiercely as a knight
Against your good sense and reason’s light
For you know she can never hurt you enough
Enough to leave her for good in the rough
And before you know it, you are marked for life
Scarred and ruined deeply by your own passion’s strife
And yet by some miracle, as you rise from your ashes
As a phoenix does, though more careful- nonetheless
You return to the battlefield as casually as a stroll
Weary still, broken still, but then…after all…
Love is a lifelong emotional fever
You still feel the symptoms long after it’s over
Love is a hunger, an unquenchable thirst
The craving lingers more persistently past your first
Like a perfect crystal glass, now pretty to see,
May shatter any second beyond inefficacy
As I go through life now less of you
I wish I had this smarts, this much of a clue
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