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

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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