He fell in love with a pair of legs
Mostly how it felt between them
Compassion and love soared there
but only when he was between her thighs.
He wasn’t ready for the broken heart she possessed
guarded by fake smiles and secrets she withheld.
She wasn’t ready for his relentlessness
trying to stitch her together with his intensity.
She felt like a beautiful disaster in his eyes…
so she opened up regardless of her inevitable demise.
Despite the love that grew on better days
These two were like a hurricane
Misunderstandings made up bitter rain
Whirlwinds of daggers thrown
Flooding waters of pain…
There was so much hurt…
And in that hurt so much good intention.
But who could help but fall in love between those thighs
Where love and compassion lie
Where they could be pieced together
Never knowing it would lead to an inevitable demise
So toxic and connected that neither one of them would survive.