I came across a written piece in which it said that you can be very friendly with a person. The friendliness grows towards a sexual relationship. A time comes when that relationship might be consumated, but if the moment passes, the relationship unravels, even appears somewhat sordid to the other person.
It always surprises me when I see the closest relationships break up, only to descend into a version of open warfare.
You see it, often in families: is it because there's a sense of betrayal? Closeness turns to outright hostility.
The Way of It
I can't fit you into my scheme of
things
nor you me,
now that we've finally become ourselves.
I turn on you sharper than a scalpel,
spit words chiselled to wound.
Out from beneath the quilt of affection,
our naked selves so vicious,
we bruise each other with the same fervour
that once marked our love.
