Should it be peculiar?
The bitter taste of your kiss afterwards
The sly grin adorning your cheeks when you know I Know
The harsh texture in your caress as your hand leaves mine
The memories flooding of everything we pretended we were
We WERE everything we pretended to be
So should it be out of place?
The parallel lines of our story interwoven between the lies we based it on
I agree that the intent was pure
But the Purpose wasn’t
Should it be questioned?
Should we question the Pain or trust the Joy?
Should Poetry be a greater personification of the philosophies our brains play with when we rest?
It should be as it is
A freedom that surpasses the obsession of understanding
A Power that recognizes it has none
For what we are given
And what we are required to give
The coldness of your absence
The silence of your music
The warmth of our retold stories
Should it be History?
Or is it enough just being a Beautiful Lesson?