Final Decisions, Last Stands & The Truth Poem by Gary Diamond

Final decision.
We build up something special
I make the effort for once
If you smash it like an empty bottle.
It'll be up to you to redouble my efforts
To keep us both afloat.

Last stand.
My suggestion to you.
Don't make your last word be case closed
Go back over the evidence
All the good times where we connected
The hours where the world dissolved.

The truth.
I've never been in love, never thought I was close
Except this, this thing here.
I know you're falling apart
I know you're killing yourself and ruining all you can
Not because you wanted to
But because something is missing.

I don't pretend to be a noble man.
In fact my good looks are decieving
They hide an inner turmoil I was hoping to share with you.
And that you'd tell me about the bad times too.
Because, as I started to see
Love isn't perfect
But it heals all the time that life isn't.

It allows us all to soar, if only for minutes physical and non-physical a day.
It gives us back the realm of infinite possibility we nearly lost as we grew.
It turns adulthood back on itself and gives us innocence and joy.
So hell, if that definition of love is wrong
If, being on the edge of the real thing for the first time in twenty years
Allows me to misplace my defintion, make it different from the words above
Then I don't ever want to be in love.