Life, Not Finality

Of all the plans that I've made and actions that I'll choose, I'll never understand why my heart chose you. It was not me, of this I am sure. The disease to myself when I needed but a cure. An unknown as a constant adding to myself's division. The harshest of conductors setting me a flame with your friction. No anger, only questions; no answers, only lessons. Love would be damned were it not but a word. The curses I would sceam; to the Devil's ears they'd be heard. Screams that would be for not, for such energy be not wasted, because the bitterness you left was never sweeter tasted. Mortality and strength in this vunerable heart. And I give only thanks to you for this play and your part. I am better than before, maybe a little worse. You are as you'll be, now, without me.