Me, Myself and What Poetry Did To Us
I wish I could hide
Find a place devoid of you
But every space is you
No matter the distance
I am still next you
Caught in your shadown
But I do love you
It is hard to believe even,
Even for me most days
Days when your casualty
Would be my pleasure,
and your pleasure my casualty
Days when you told me
No, not today or
Shh, not right now
But I still do love you
But why?
Because you are,
my survival
Because the words you exude,
heal my wounds
Because when you speak,
People hear us
Because your broken heart,
loves so much harder than mine
Because you are,
my strength
You are the side of Me,
That made it
You, found the way out
While I wept,
You, and your eyes were dry
While I moaned in agony,
You, took that pain
You became better
I stayed the same.
The difference between you and me though
You found words
While I remained silent
You spoke of what hurt us
You spoke of what built you up
You pursued a life
All the while,
I still remained silent
Here is where we go our separate ways
You grew into a wordsy goddess of the loquacious
You shed me like an outer skin
You left me behind
With nothing left but resentment
So I was angry
I wanted us both gone
I wanted you to be me again
So I grew inside of you
Making it harder for you stand
Making it harder for you achieve
I watched you crumble
And revert back to
The decumbent position
We once lived in
And then you did something you've never done before
You fought back
You told me I was weak
You showed me the words the helped you prosper
You replaced me with Poetry
But, Somehow
I still do love you
Because the moment I express my hate for you
We both die
You in this world
and Me in our mind