The First Sign of Diminishing Love Is.....
The First Sign of Diminishing Love is......
While all there is
Is a kiss
The explosion reeks its havoc in your head
While all there is
Is this havoc-ed love you have
This ripping sheet of unvented desire
Blows like a tattered flag
In your chest
And I have walked on the burning coals of love
And sucked on the flames of passion
I have done this only to protect
The innocence you were defending
Just waiting for the day to come
When you finally decide
To give it up
So now you are sitting on the fuse
Of the bomb you made
Hoping someone will hand you a match
Set the fire you needed
Sparking the powdered lust
To ashes made from the valley green
You once had
But now have lost
There is only one explanation
Only one moment
In the scramble of emotion
But you cannot stop to see
Not in the state you’re in
You will not even stop to listen
To all the same things once again
Yet while all there is
Is a kiss
The storm rages on in your head
And now your body can no longer stand
The feelings it keeps within shaking hands
The echo’s of your trembling mind
And the continuing scream in your chest
Speaks the spectrum words stuck in your throat
While choking on all the words you spoke
On the subject of love
While all there is
Is this madness
While all there is
Is this empty expression
Of my love
You will always be on this other side
Of me
It’s the saddest thing I’ve ever known
To know I no longer contain
The hunger
Take it
It’s yours to have
You’ve swallowed every ounce of strength
I once possessed
So I lost myself in wanting
So what
And in trying to be giving
I have dug for the last drops
Of understanding
But when you find yourself alone
And alone with all the dreariness
Feeling the need to be taken by the hand
And pointed at the sun
And “no”
Your love does not contain
All this rushing insanity
And all the effort of your memory
All the reasons and emotions have haphazard themselves
And in the midst of it all you feel
You will think it’s a better deal
To let it go
Let go the dreams
Let go the skins
The engine of your head running
The needle in your skull pushing
And driving you to its point
Its just not you anymore
And the first sign of diminishing love
Is
Diminishing sex
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