Poetic scripts followed
by unfulfilling outcomes,
saved from drowning with a deep breath,
a glass of ice water
swallowed all at once,
intensity spoke calmly,
calamity over and over.
We're laughing but we're not breathing,
we're crying yet feeling nothing but
the dead air of an otherwise
and the cool breeze off an ocean
spitting pleas of comfort
right back in our face.
If this is love then we have learnt nothing,
if this is love then where is life meant to lead us
except in circles,