Clarity and Conflict

There are facts as there are feelings, 

I live my life embracing them both, 

They rule my mind; they pamper my heart-

I would surely not survive without those. 

But then sometimes they quarrel, 

They scratch, they rip and they fight. 

Inside my chest on a fine evening

They remind me of the human I have left, 

Who filled my heart with the beauty of love

And also broke it like a dirty piece of glass. 

The burning and the colours are still there, 

They wake up once in a while

To hurt me, with the ending of a charming tale

That once innovated the shapes of my thoughts. 

The feelings were jolly and the facts were clean, 

But now they are as dull as my aging skin.