🔵 By Enoch Jackson. Photo by lauragrafie.
Pleasure turns into pain,
Of the lessons learned from the strain,
Of the questions burned in my brain,
About whether love is humane in its touch.
These thoughts are like salmon,
swimming up stream in the tears of your deceit,
Fighting the current hurt,
That kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwine emotion.
Chaotic because the anchor of Ero’s arrow,
Has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation,
Separation not as simple as the distance between us.
My mind no longer passes by the demons.
That have been the overseers of my inslavements to your lies,
The seeds of these lies rooted so deeply,
They 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 our thoughts as violently and as brutally as if it were a child being
Taking from his mother’s arms.
I’m left surrounded in darkness,
But I refuse to be swallowed by it,
My loneliness is like the night air,
Invisible to the eye obvious to the touch in this cold uncomfortableness.
Yet if I could do it all over again,
I would do it in the same skin I’m in.
TO lay down and let love die,
Just stay down and let love lie,
Naw Naw not I,
I will stay around and let love fly.
Even though I’ve seen its darkest form deceit,
Nothing else could taste this warm or feel this sweet.
Love!