Choices

Is love the end of the world
Or is the world the end of love?
I can see one path from the other
But I cannot walk on both.
I can barely walk at all.
Instead I find a signpost,
Grimly test my mettle.
But metal is a knife
A blade that cuts in with breath.
Splits me from myself
Leaves me hollow and formless.
Twin paths pull feet
Not caring I am torn, I am broken.
I try to walk both paths
Never giving myself over to either.
One following the signpost
And one follows me.
I am never together and ignore the signs.
But then the signpost does not consider me.
I am left, without concern or consult,
To walk the paths hoping that they may cross
And I can be together again.
Or shall I be whole now?
Use my sharp breath to cut me from the signpost.
I can push myself away and choose a path
I could walk out into the world and smile.
Yes, maybe might even smile again.
Ignore the signpost’s one direction
Its destination not found in a single place.
Knowing that one path holds the other,
If I stop steering by your direction.

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Valentine

The rose I give you is not red.
This rose is not passion
it is not pretty
it is not red.

This rose is dark, black
unexpected, unusual
a thing of beauty
a thing to be reckoned with.

This rose is forever.
It is indelible
like a mark on your hand
a brand on your skin
worn for all to see
to wonder to its meaning.
It is not one day of wilting sentiment
this is thousands of your own.

This stem is long
everywhere the bloom has been
a history carved out
a timeline, past and future.
This stem is strong
no wind can move it
no hand can break it
no one can tear it asunder.
This stem is not thorn'd
it will not leave you wounded
won't make you cry
but it can still leave its mark on you.

The gift I give you is simple
though complicated to understand.
The gift I give you is unadorn'd
to not subdue its meaning.

Real love is forever.

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