|Posted on April 3, 2014 at 8:45 AM|
I see you, lighthouse fighting shore,
You stubborn young petulant flame!
How thoughtless your defiant roar –
How dare you thrash untamed!
There is no self in senseless rage
No sense in acts of treason!
What logic could assail the heart
Of one so closed to reason?
What would you know of hearts? You who broke
Yours up and sold it in parts?
My rage is the seal of my zeal
In fire the pyre that threatens to
Burn a hole
In my soul
Nothing can hold it!
Just try and stop it!
What hungry flame
Could fit in a battle of wits?
It's just not the same! You speak of the mind
Ha! In a real fight
Foresight will only make you
I see that you have yet to learn
From each mistake upon mistake –
Each time your inner fire burns
A cataclysm in your wake!
This beacon that you stoke with ash
And such untold destruction bleak:
Do you delight in my torment?
Is it attention that you seek?
Like I would deign to draw
Someone like you! Your soulless cool
Boils my blood raw! The slightest thought
Drives my heart a seething hot!
I can't breathe!
And I can't leave your cursed trail
For I must catch you when you fail!
Why does such passion blind your eyes?
If only you would think–
No! You speak lies!
But we are preordained
To clash eternally in kind
And every time you haunt my mind
Until our fates entwine again.
I wish that I could be free
But this impulse
This force of will just binds me!
My soul is burning thunder!
But why can you not just surrender?
I hate how you ever oppose
As if the blood in your veins all
You couldn't feel
The pounding heat of all that is real –
The surge, the aching urge
When you come near, my feelings seared
That my heart sings aloud.
I do. It clouds all that I see
This mental maelstrom that you bare –
Your blazing spirit touches me.
I– I– I– I don't want your care!
Why must you set my heart on fire?
Why must you be my mind's desire?
I hate how fate ties us together
In life and death –
– Come hell or high weather
Though times are dark.
Why do you ignite my spark?
There's nothing at all romantic in this
This conversation never happened.