Rational it is not
impulse breeds destruction
head and heart torn in opposites
body left bleeding in between
feeling lava hot and frozen wasteland all at once
and sharp as a hot knife
cutting through love like butter
venom and confusion
conflicting feelings that scream to be let lose
a wound to the chest
Powder keg of restlessness blowing
all to bits and pieces
shards upon the floor
No energy left for sweeping
them under the rug.
Just continue dancing over them.
Impulse leaves as quick as it fired
but oh the disaster behind in its wake
debris and rubble, blood and bone
all exposed and eviscerated
until this hurtful beast lies limp
and beaten down.
No more I say – you say, no more back and forth
just hollow emptiness in the aftermath of impulse.