Post Scriptum

Even when we understand each other wishes,

We don’t respect them,

We curse them out as worn-out clichés.

Even when my bright red gaze meets your stare,

We pursue the war,

We cut open the flesh of our love like a pear.

Even when all we got is disgust, deceit or fury,

We clash over each thing,

We call in our worst fear to serve as the jury.