It Is...Nevermind

You try to court comfort
tell him some jokes
pour him some drinks

and maybe stab his back
when he least expects it...

That's tragedy
That's ecstacy
You got back
You dived in
You hurt him good

You try to seduce empathy
tell her she's pretty
pour her rose petals
then drown her until she can't breathe
screeching her last requests

That's horrific
That's epiphany
You got back
You jammed in
You hurt her good

You tossed a coin
Then pulled a trigger on a metal frame
Some old photograph box is kept open
some old poems distinct
a convulated math
swallowing formulae
A mass of gravity within a nutshell

When you see the clouds
Know there will be gates...