A Separate Peace (Collection)

“I lost part of myself to him then, and a soaring sense of freedom revealed that this must have been my purpose from the first: to become a part of him”

John Knowles – A Separate Peace

To be part of you would be to be full of peace.

Losing myself to you for years

And you encapsulate me

Yet you reject my advances.

Be my peace, not my sorrow.

“You have to do what you think is the right thing, but just make sure it’s the right thing in the long run, and not just for the moment.”

John Knowles – A Separate Peace

When you kissed me, was it the right thing?

When you called me baby, was it the right thing?

I’m still undecided

On whether or not

Loving you

Is the right thing.

“But I was used to finding something deadly in things that attracted me; there was always something deadly lurking in anything I wanted, anything I loved.”

John Knowles – A Separate Peace

Is loving you a death wish?

I find myself longing for a love like yours.

To be smothered.

’til death do us part.

“What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.”

John Knowles – A Separate Peace

Do you speak truth?

Tell me, love, does your tongue lie?

You are indeed cold rather often

Like a winter storm.

But I love you all the same.

Is the pining worth the demise?

What’s your way of loving?

“There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.”

John Knowles – A Separate Peace

I’ve never tried archery.

But for you?

I’d do a trick shot, bow in hand.

In my dreams, I can feel like I’m flying.

Loving you is the same.

“So the more things remain the same, the more they change after all. Nothing endures, not a tree, not love, not even a death by violence. Changed, I headed back through the mud. I was drenched; anybody could see it was time to come in out of the rain.”

John Knowles – A Separate Peace

No metaphors needed to say that I have cried at least a small body of water for you.

Time has passed, but the past is still the present.

Trees have grown, but they have also been cut down.

Death is permanent, but their body still rots.

And love?

Well,

Love is the body of water that I have cried.

For it looks the same but has never been that.

I’ve loved you same.

I’ve said it the same.

But changed are the trees and the winds and even the distance between us.

Closer, and so far apart.

It’s time to come inside now.