paces in phases

every step of the way
frought with obstacles and illusions
why can't things be simpler
so complicated so entangled
everything comes to a head
so bloody sad

everything comes in a massive triangle
it's not just you and that person
it always has to be somebody else
but it's a consequence
of a choice made
so bloody tragic

yet it's all but an illusion
it takes two to clap
just as it takes two to be in a relationship

the promise and potential
of greener pastures await, beckon
yet it is only as much as a hope
i know He has a plan
but for now i can only mop
and wonder what i would have had prefer.

it's a bloody phase i am in.
transitional. seasonal.
i need to trust. and believe.
because He honours and so very gives.

unrequited, unknown, so untangible.
that thing called love.