Roadmap for parting

(Because our parting is inevitable.

(I have seen it in your hands,

And mine.) )

When we start to fight,

Should we try and keep it together

And defy destiny

Or recognize the signs

And end it immediately

To spare us the heartache?

a confused thing

Your love is a confused thing

it is almost like the great love
of those who let you fly,
let you soar,
do everything in their power
to help you chase your dreams

your love is not
like the small, mean love of
those who seek to glorify themselves
at the expense of your ineptitude
forever stifling your growth

and yet,
whenever i was poised for
my most ambitious flights
you would hold me back,
almost like the mean lovers

as if you realize from time to time
that in my giddiness i could fly
away from you.
(and i do not deny
at least to myself
that that is my ultimate intention)
you would always
want me to come back
no matter how high i fly
(then what is the point of the flight
that you gave me?)

your love,
is a very confused thing indeed

Perceptions

I am not angry with you

It just so happened that

You killed my spirit 

And i need some time off

But i suppose

It's all the same to you

But you are my muse

I scatter you

So indiscriminately

In my poems

And i am afraid that

When someone picks up 

the pieces

And joins them

They will not find the whole

That is my muse

But just the parts

That are the Furies

Following me around

My goddess

The queen you are

Who walks on water

Lives on air

As if this world

Was not my mundane one

But one of

Your own personal

Imagination

Dreams on fire

As they say,

Once a bird has tasted flight

It will never be content

With the ground

And so i cannot but 

Love you

For reminding me that

It is possible to fly

Like you

I hate you

For reminding me

That the things i imagine

Bind me

Don't really bind me.

I do.