Dawn marks a new day
Yet it does not erase
The marks of yesterday.
Without the presence
Of a certain fire queen
Everything seemed a bit colder
A bit dull
And not as bright.
Seasons change
So does relationships
From warm
To cold
Like coffee
Love poured from the heart
Hot
By the laws of thermodynamics
Yes, it applies
All things cool off.
Fools dwell on the past
Wise men in the present
Idiots on the future.
In a coat
Once again
Peacefully traipsing
Along stone walkways
It was a quiet morning
Just what the doctor prescribed
And what the loner needed.
Last night was smoke
Waiting to come down
Only then
Will he see
If he had won
The game
Between him
The cynic
The devil.
On the other hand
And indeed
He was not oblivious
He sensed tension
As if a rope
Taut and about to snap
His relationship
With a certain fire queen
Reaching a breaking point
And the question
For he knew
To grow
It must first be broken
But what if
It cannot be simply mended
Anymore?
He was not a fool
But he was not one
To dare assume
Signs of romantic attachments
The calm before the storm
It was a deadly bomb
Explosive
Destructive
This relationship
Rigged to blow
Little to no choice
A way
To defuse the situation
Nowhere
Non-existent.
Only one
Of two
Ways
Accept
Or
Reject
Love
Or
Not.
He knew
From experience
Wisdom gained
From pain and suffering
Solitude and silence
He loved once
But looking back
Looking closer
Was it really love?
No.
It was not.
Infatuation
Influence situation
Drive a person's motive
In the wrong directions
Derailing a sense of reason.
Love, the sixth sense.
It destroys all the other five senses.
Irrationality
Tempered by lust and desire
Override rational thinking
The meaning
To be human.
Past would teach him
Looking back
The fabled story
One that he has faced
Escape the purgatory
To tell the tale.
There is no friendzone.
Romanticism
Is the end of one road
And if you are unfortunate
The start of another
Highway
To hell.
Man cannot simply
Stay as measly friends
With the opposite sex.
Primal instincts
At its finest.
Like a fog
The feelings linger
Dead souls
Unreciprocated
Wandering
May someone
Put them to rest.
You are either loved
Or not.
If not
Deal with it.
From love
To friendship
Is but a step
Lower.
However
From friendship
To love
Is tantamount
To blowing up
The whole staircase
In hopes that when the dust settles
Both poor souls
Will be together
At the bottom.
A preposterous assumption.
Fooled around
Fell in love.
A common story.
In order not to fall
Watch your fucking step.
Yes
It was simple
Yet one cannot simply
Pay attention
To affection
That easily.
He understood
Human emotions
An incalculable factor
Otherwise
Humanity
Would have been
Digitalized
A long time ago.
Lessons from a wise sensei
A testament
Without love
You have all else.
Knowledge
Wisdom
Comes with a price.
But without love
What good is everything?
Dangerous thinking
But to foresee
And develop
Course of action
One must prepare
Emulate situations
In the mind.
A woman who gives you her heart
Enchains you.
It was true.
But what if
It was not a certain devil woman
But a fire queen
Who has captured
His heart?
It would be more accurate
To say
That he has captured
Their hearts.
One
Was feasible
To think
Perhaps it could work
But bad
And evil
Is mixing two poisons
Together
And expecting good
To come out.
The other
Was equal
To sending
A good friendship
Out of the window
In order to joust
For another relationship
Far more volatile
Unstable
Sensitive
Brittle.
Nothing lasts forever
All things come to an end
Yet it is a matter
Of what survives longest
To be remembered
In memory.
Friendship certainly lasts longer
Than romanticism
Galvanized by sex
And lust
For the imminent step next to it
Is marriage
A life sentence
To carry the burden
Of another person.
Cynicism may be the torch
To light the way
Or the grenade
To throw at such illusions
Destroy
And see the truth.
Romance is a dream.
Marriage is reality.
Divorce is awakening.
The fatal flaw
Is giving her
A sense of hope
Illusions
Giving her enough rope
To hang herself.
Over an inevitable schism.
