Schism

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall awaymildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motiondisintegrating as it goes testing our communicationthe light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us sowe cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble downno fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire topoint the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,And the circling is worth it.Finding beauty in the dissonance.There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our covetingI've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communicationcold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed loversbetween supposed brothers.And I know the pieces fit.