Our Favorite Intoxication - Poem by Ciaran Quirke
Though a love we once did share,
a mutual affection. Through a common
blood, this single thread, an entire
cloth was wove. But now this cloth,
unwoven by hate, by anger and by
forbidden actions - promises broken,
desolation of all we knew together -
is but a single thread.
So long it took to weave and in
too short a time it was unwoven,
but now it rests upon a still scissors
blade, but it is stirring.
A love, an affection, more often
leads to hate and is more often
betrayed than all other emotions
and proves again the power of
it's intoxicating spell.
For we still fall into the trap!
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