I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away,
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lover's souls in motion,
Disintegrating as it goes,
Testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burnt a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end
Crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down.
No fault,
None to blame.
It doesn't mean I don't desire
To point the finger,
Blame the other,
Watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together,
rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit,
But I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting.
I've done
The math
Enough to know
the dangers of our second guessing.
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.
Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers
Between supposed lovers.
I know the pieces fit.
I know the pieces fit.
I know the pieces fit.
I know the pieces fit.
I know the pieces fit.
I know the pieces fit.
I know the pieces fit.
And I know the pieces fit.
