Love Is Jagged.

Love it seems, possesses many edges.
Is multifaceted in its complexity.
Yet we claim to know it.
To have it even, safe in our grasp.
Smug in our knowing that we have ‘worked this one out’.
Basking in the sunshine that knows no darkness.
Yet before lies the most humbling, the most arduous and often perilous journey,
Side by side with your chosen other.
Where calm and tranquil seas quickly become battlegrounds.
Love lost, strangled in the wilderness of silence.
Communication in its ebb and flow becomes a parched, thirsty river bed.
Love that was once a thriving port,
Back and forth in active trade.
Kindness in exchange for freedom.
Patience in return for loyalty.
A gradual breakdown,
A failure to embrace those qualities that served so well.
Replaced by exchanges in anger, contempt and fear.
In distrust and anxiety and unrealistic expectation.
Until the chasm becomes too wide to safely negotiate,
The risk too great.
Love is jagged...sometimes it cuts like a bitch.