The Pattern

Some thoughts:
What is it
        That makes us decide who we
love

When does a THOUGHT
Become an ACTION
Caught between fractions
Of a broken heart, made new again
Only to be broken
Frozen, lying open
So
What is it


Was it the thought that-

What is it that makes us DECIDE
We can't LIVE
WITHOUT
Each other
What is the spark
Forcing apart
All we thought we knew about us
All we know is how to fall

Was it the pattern of-

Put a hole in my heart
Careful fingers
Hold me while I
Slowly shiver
Pain lingers
It's hard to live this long
When deep inside
It feels so wrong
Much to strong
Pain prolonged

Was it the thought that started?
Was it the pattern of my beating heart?
Was it the careful balance of what we love?
Was it the way you saw right into me?

When does an ACTION
Become a CONNECTION
Caught between friendship
A broken one at that, meant to be new again
We lie here, aching
Slowly breaking
So what do we

Was it the careful balance-

Put a bullet in my heart
Careful arms
Hold me while I
Slowly shiver
Pain
Never
Lingers
Hard to live this long
Deep inside
Feels so
Much too

Was it the way you saw right into me?

Right this wrong.