The First Sign of Diminishing Love Is.....

The First Sign of Diminishing Love is...... While all there is Is a kiss The explosion reeks its havoc in your head While all there is Is this havoc-ed love you have This ripping sheet of unvented desire Blows like a tattered flag In your chest And I have walked on the burning coals of love And sucked on the flames of passion I have done this only to protect The innocence you were defending Just waiting for the day to come When you finally decide To give it up So now you are sitting on the fuse Of the bomb you made Hoping someone will hand you a match Set the fire you needed Sparking the powdered lust To ashes made from the valley green You once had But now have lost There is only one explanation Only one moment In the scramble of emotion But you cannot stop to see Not in the state you’re in You will not even stop to listen To all the same things once again Yet while all there is Is a kiss The storm rages on in your head And now your body can no longer stand The feelings it keeps within shaking hands The echo’s of your trembling mind And the continuing scream in your chest Speaks the spectrum words stuck in your throat While choking on all the words you spoke On the subject of love While all there is Is this madness While all there is Is this empty expression Of my love You will always be on this other side Of me It’s the saddest thing I’ve ever known To know I no longer contain The hunger Take it It’s yours to have You’ve swallowed every ounce of strength I once possessed So I lost myself in wanting So what And in trying to be giving I have dug for the last drops Of understanding But when you find yourself alone And alone with all the dreariness Feeling the need to be taken by the hand And pointed at the sun And “no” Your love does not contain All this rushing insanity And all the effort of your memory All the reasons and emotions have haphazard themselves And in the midst of it all you feel You will think it’s a better deal To let it go Let go the dreams Let go the skins The engine of your head running The needle in your skull pushing And driving you to its point Its just not you anymore And the first sign of diminishing love Is Diminishing sex