Poetry: Divorced

They spoke of our fire
Intense flame of love
Eyes sparked
Bodies smoking
In desire

Well the friction has turned
The whole deal gone sour
The passion in innocence
Eroded away

How far away is love from hate?
Ultimate desire in need to utter loathing?
Listen from afar do they not sound the same?
Love and loathe masked in parallel.

Go too far East you'll find yourself West
But is not the opposite also the same?
Did we forget to keep the bounds
By focusing too much on vertical coordinates?

North and South
Distinct as day and night
But we spin round and round
Unaware of the poisonous passage of time

So here we are
Finding a sour core
In our sweet candy
Caught off guard
Enjoyment turnt to rage

Played with soft candles
No idea of the flames around the corner
We were consumed
It burnt the flesh away

Our appeal in our differences
Lit up in the night
Flashing in our eyes
Blinded our passion

Instant recoil

All that was sweet
Bitter
All that was treasured
Despised
Intimacy past used as daggers now

A hard wall
Hit unexpected

We used to quarrel like an old married couple
But now?
We're a spiteful and bitter pair
On attack

One day these feelings will fade
Reason will return
Everything always comes back to center
But not now

The rip is still flesh
The tear not yet healed
We were one flesh
We were torn back apart
Into two

Broken
Hurting
Alone

Forever seems like an awfully long time
I wonder if this version will actually last

Our (marriage) candle was snubbed of light
The hot wax is still evaporating
By products, really
It'll cool
But the candle will never look the same

We are
Schism