Jan 14, 2013
P02: Contradicting Consistency
Love is a torture
To know what you want; and never get it
Then to see so many others fall
Like sheep lined up for the slaughter, we still wait.
She is the rush to get me out of the bed in the morning
And yet the blanket calling for 5 more minutes when I’m late.
She is every mint-condition trading card
And my trusty swiss-army knife all at once.
And I want to tell her in between dated breaths,
How she frees me from all my troubles
And she pushes the ones yet to come away
That she is fire and excitement and joy on my grey canvas
But Love is not always so kind
Sometimes we fall into one only so we may fall out of another
And now we know how to move,
We may keep moving once more.