Light and dark are
One yet opposed
That are each other’s
Strength, yet behind closed
Doors, they tear themselves
Apart for the sake of love.
They burn and they freeze
Until they’re put in their grave;

For their love, it consumes
Destroying all that it
Touches, breaking them
Until there is nothing left.

It’s all burning and burning
Turning to ashes
Yet each that it touches
Wouldn’t part with it or it’s gashes.

So many say, that
That love is destructive
But sometimes this love
Is more productive

Than any other type of love.

-This poem was partially inspired my my recent observations of a couple of criminal court cases, and I remember hearing this one defendant saying over and over that the relationship that he and his girlfriend had wasn’t abusive, just different than other definitions. This was in response to one of the attorneys asking him if this abuse was normal. It struck me, so I wrote. Hope you enjoy