Silent Fights

When we fight in silence, like titans abound by egos An eager poet overcome by words. A beautiful model delicate as raindrops When the silence in the room is as thick as our nostalgia Wanting to hold each other but held back by thick egos Ripe with the wretch of imminent paradoxes Contemplating charades of choices of parallel provisions As if we can afford life without one another  When we fight in silence and the room gets microscopic Her presence bold. she drifts like a thunderbolt across an African sky Similar spaces, sharing oxygen and the ammonia in our hearts our breathing aligned by the poisons of our fear We have sacrificed in miles to allow centimeter consequences Our story ripples gentle beneath her feet A story that eclipses at the axis of our ex's Subtle and calm in the stanzas on our palms our skin cells still thick under their fingernails  When we fight in silence and cant even look each other in the eye The war between our minds that our tongues abstain from Cold war of silent minds in love like a godless church When the earth sprints beneath us, bare bones and shuckles in our silenced fight I don't know if its a curse that we both cant quarrel Like feral lambs with a deep predilection for another Infatuation so simple like the cartography of her skin Her hair superior, laden ith disposable paradises Simple chemistries of lovers who 've been through some **** When we fight in silence. Hearts smooth as skipping stones Hungry enough to believe the silence tastes better But time... Time is a cold mason between us Like a perverse heartbeat, the worst kind of treason I have lived bittersweet moments that slow down the clock I have seen pendulums and hourglasses turn lovers to strangers I have heard how we change the world & the world changes us I have learnt that the world is always ending and love prevails Like neglected flowers in thick mahagony vases Infested with greedy butterflies free from their leashes The agony of traded dreams and faded hopes Words are despots I would rather be silent than say something I will regret. She is my armor. No sword in my castle, verbal nor metal My fists only fold when I pray to God for her existence Four eyes, one vision, one blindness Heroes are for children and those who cant save themselves After the silence the dialogue writes itself in a calligraphy of apologies In our new-found understanding of the tapestry that is you & me Minds re-aligned like telephatical alphas Completing each other's sentences Simple enough this is our redundant arithmetic Learning integrals of loving her beyond her crutches through infinity Thats the mathematics of my existence. When we fight in silence