"Sometimes"

We are careful as we approach it,
yet still clamor toward a fall of lasting impression.

A love as violent as a car crash,
at least seemingly to its victim.

The perpetrator within us,
like jealousy,
will never accept logic as its antithesis.

It hurts,
It kills.

By suicide or confusion projected,
a life sometimes will cease,
Or! the opposite.

Why do we oppress and drown the smaller voice?
It screams at us without a noise!

If its message is negligible,
why is the sound of it maddening?

To hear its call is hard enough,
to ignore the full implication,
of what we already know about ourselves,
is like trying to be in love with two people at the same time.

Although it happens,
committing to one,
illuminates the pain of not being with the other.

Here, morality is irrelevant.
It usually is.
Applicable always never,
in an ideal world that does not exist.