Cordial

There is a lot of tension in the wire that connects us.
But the relations between us are cordial.
Almost like two countries that have a history of wars.
But have known peace for long now.
Wars usually evoke a sense of something ugly.
But this conflict taught me that destruction can be beautiful.
Like living with an idea and then letting it ruin you by ceasing to exist.
You could still live with that idea, right?
Or should you get real?
I don't know what will happen first,
Will the wire break, or would it be us.
I would have preferred the wire to coil up around me,
And you.
Rendering us a sad picture, but a great caption.
Half of you is happy, the other half happily defeated.
While every half of me is wholly conflicted, even without you.