Broken Butterfly

what is love
but the slow and steady ruin
of the ideals of romance
intimacy begins
where fantasy dies
acquiring a taste

beyond the way it feels
but the choice to remain
relationship is both
the pain of pleasure
and the joy of pain

abandon reason
we are fools committed to fools
I feel lost when I am found
in the disillusionment of us
and rediscovery finds
to know anyone
is the disenchantment of perfection

for the excitement of
the beautifully flawed
like symmetry gets hazy in the details
butterfly disaffection
temporal glories fade for familiarity

what will keep us in the end
but the will to say I do
in the moments it's hardest to
when love is not a matter of falling
but a choice made afresh every day
you are not forgotten
or expendable
despite what the actions
of a former life may say...