"I love you" stopped being powerful words
The day it was uttered out of necessity
Out of habit
"I need you" lost it's sincerity
The day our desires overided our impulses
and we chose the sweet sting of sexual release
Over the calm embrace of love's gentle touch
The politics of love came to play
And we started fighting our hearts and their attachments
Violently scrubbing away the imprints
Of our souls on their chosen homes
And pissing on Cupid's often crude,
always beautiful illustrations
of happiness
Broken hearts take time to heal
And heartbreak is not losing what you had
Heartbreak is losing the possibility of a future you thought possible.
I want to hate you, but I can't
We can't control it - much as we may want to
Man bears no strength compared to God's will
Nor knowledge akin to the mystic knowings of the Universe
Littered across the night in patterns of stars
Because as much as I may not want to
As much as I may think it does not matter
As much as I may fear revisiting the ashed
Remains of the house that burnt whilst being built
I love you
I need you
And secretly,
I hope a pheonix may rise from those ashes
And set alight the sky
With it's vibrant wings that
Soar over mountains