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.