Pleasure turns to the pain of 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 upstream in the tears of your deceit. Fighting a current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions. Chaotic because the anchor of Eros’ arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation. Separation not as simple as the distance between us. My mind no longer possessed by the demons that had been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies. The seeds of these lies rooted so deeply they’ve 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 my thoughts as violently and as brutally as if it were a child being taken from its mothers arms. I’m left surrounded in darkness but I refuse to be swallowed by it. My loneliness like night air; invisible to the eye obvious to the touch, in its cold uncomfortableness. Yet If I could do all over again I’d do it in the same skin I’m in. To lay down and let love die, just stay down and let love lie. No, no, no, no, not I. I’ll stay around and let love fly. Even though I’ve seen its darkest form; deceit… Nothing else could tastes this warm or feel this sweet.