Ties That Bind

If God was the spool

and we were the thread

Life made us the fool

and loves power is dead

If people would do

the things that they said

Love could heal the wounds

and would win in the end

But what is and what is hoped for

are not always the same

Love is a list of unfortunate chores

and a myriad of redundant games

Love is passion and betrayal, its family, and sacrifice. Love is patient, kind and gentle and so incredibly understanding.

It heals all, knows all, mends all, carries all, forgives all and love is thicker than, no, wait - that's blood.

Blood is thicker than water. But the blood's love I have experienced has been watered down, at the very least, with my own tears, making it - at best, equal to the thickness of water.

What I'm saying is...love is hard and life can be unfair.

It’s been said, love never fails.

I remember the day I began to doubt that.

When human consciences began to feel like a tragic misstep in evolution, a conceitedness leading us into becoming a little too self-aware.

And then needing to come to terms with what we’ve created. A tugged and frayed version of ourselves.