There is no apology big enough

for the injuries and mistakes of love,

nor should there be.

 

Love is the most destructive force

in the history of mankind,

and in every intimate connection.

 

We have slaughtered million for love,

torn apart the lives of our closest friend,

and that was barely the opening act.

 

What memory stings like love lost?

What gap in your life cannot be restored,

except by more of the same?

What would push you to destroy the fabric

of the only person that mattered?

 

There is an agony in love

and a pain unlike any other

and we are children on the

playground

constantly falling from the top of the

monkey

BARS

occasionally splitting lips

sometimes being knocked out,

on the way down from the top.

 

We tread up the bottom with caution,

but once balance is gained,

we run like cheetahs on the prowl,

and that's when we end up a mess

in a pile on the floor that was made of sand,

but felt lie concrete,

in stillness.

 

Defeat is never so swift or total

as in love.