that's just the way it is

There's no turning back once you've decided to love someone.
Oh no, You can't say "I love You" and come back later saying "i never said that."
Even if the one you love isn't there anymore, or has lost this love for you.
You can't just say, from now on we're just friends, for you can never really be just friends.
The love of your past will always haunt you.

You're cruising down a dark tunnel on a one way road.

The act of love will hurt. The art of healing is strange.
And it takes many forms. As long as you believe it.
If you are an artist, you will be in art.

Something stream-of-conscious... I am remembering.
It starts with music. Soft, the tunes of a piano, like a jaguar's sigh for the moonlight. Nonexsistent. Played by an idiot.

Truth is a jagged dagger coming down like a piano lid crashing on the keys.
That's the temper, it's excitement. A little getting carried away.
Drunk with the sounds of tinkling bells of rain.
The chink of glasses are the blinking of the dark eyes with stars for souls.
And his face lovely and childish, like a toy to be broken.

Too lovely to be broken is
this face, the trembling mouth too subtle
for jigsaw puzzle pieces, floating its airy words.


first posting 7/26/06
reposted for my here and now