The End of Love

When I think about you
I think it’s all been said before
The words rang true
But what were they for?
You were a small disappointment
Careless hand on the thigh
Sweet inferred words
That were never implied
Who could frame the fearful asymmetry
Between lust and love?
Is God the synapse or the thought
Caught between what you want and what you bought?
Are you the final thread
That binds the world to me?
Baby is that all you want to be?

The end of love is
A terraced grief that’s like a drip down a mountain
That fills an ocean
I’ll carry you over the water, you grow heavier
With every step
Until you drag me down as sure as Ophelia’s dress

Did you grant me existence
When a random thought of me
Shot through your mind
Like a wasp right through a web?
You clothed me in life
But my garment strangles me
Like Desdemona struggling with fortune
And seeking her lover’s eyes
Is a mayfly tenure the best that you can offer me?
You’re so wisely absent, from past and future
But to me you’re nothing but a suture
To prevent their blending
And yet my heart seems to be rending now
The longer I sit in my lonely room
Honey you’re the only lover that I believe in

The end of love is
A guarantee that no will ever look
Away from me
Though I dance with the dolls
No one else comes close
To how, to how
How you love me

The end of love is
A deus ex machina
But ain’t that better
Than a deus
So much more humane
So much more remains
After the play is over
The end of love
The end of love
The end of love