All humans are alike and all humans are equal. It is just the perception of the eye that sees any different.
I see your face in
so many women;
customers at work and
all bear your mark,
and I wonder where you went,
where your soul truly resides.
Though you dance among the living,
I believe it is a forced waltz,
your fire extinguished when
you took his hand and fled
across the county line.
I miss the nights we spent just drinking,
laughing and believing
that we would always be together,
hand in hand no matter where
the boys we poisoned led us.
But so many years have passed away,
and now, we walk on different planes;
what happened to that passionate girl?
Now, I only see her shadow.
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Of all the things I’ve taken
from our chance at interaction,
the one that hits my heart the most
is the fact that yours has melted.
We chased our dreams to the very edge,
or at least I did, but what of you?
I’ll never, ever know the truth
behind your rambling words.
We cannot have another night
of laughing, singing, taking flight
against a starlit summer sky
even if you spilled your soul.
Your lack of honesty has shown
the lack of color in your heart;
it takes the light from inside mine,
and consumes its shimmer whole.
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Last night, I floated,
finally free from the thoughts
that block the true me.
Tell me once again
all the stories of your soul
that complement mine.
May we be granted
rest and refuge in the arms
of one another?
Have you felt my pulse
pounding through your tired veins,
Remind me, dear heart,
that we are only human
and this may not last.
Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My god, do you learn.
I keep tapping out the days since I last saw you with my fingernails.
I have battled this urge, this desire. Battled it until its last breath. And for what? The sick satisfaction of watching myself struggle?
I chased my dreams to the edge of this cliff. And now, where else can I go? Have I reached the end of my beginning? Am I staining my sheets with yesterday’s words?
It seems as though it hasn’t been so long, but it has. And I am crying. I am mourning. But I am going as far and as fast as I can, never stopping to wave, never pausing for a moment to think. I have trained my mind to avoid. I have trained my heart to ignore. I have trained my body to sustain the pressure of one thousand oceans.
And all for what? Where has this brought me but back to where I started? Back, but with a new perspective. Always and forever back, but this time, I have something with me: Lessons, and a heart that beats for me and only me.
But whose heart is it? Is it mine, or is it yours?
I count the days again, tapping listlessly against the drywall, listening for the last, but I cannot tell the beginning from the end; I cannot hear where I start, and you begin. Where this changed from being something new into my daily routine.
Where this changed.
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We all flow back into the sea,
but what of me?
but what of me?
I met myself where I began,
and ‘round I swam,
and ‘round I swam.
Alone I stay inside this pool,
a bitter fool,
a bitter fool.
There is a way out of this muck,
but I stay stuck,
but I stay stuck.
I want to swim out to the sea,
but I am me,
but I am me.
You are everywhere I look;
each item that I touch bears your mark,
each stain upon my walls is lifted
by the light provided by your eyes.
Each time you lie your head upon
the bed we share from time to time,
you find a new way in;
a little more of you stays behind.
I thank God each and every day
for helping me to let you reside
inside the walls that kept the others out;
this room must have been built
to house only you.
It’s exciting when you find parts of yourself in someone else.
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