Forever Intertwined

Ain't it funny
when a complete stranger can turn so familiar?

A muse who walks holding her head up high
knowing in the ways
she talks about the same unchained melodies
the strengths and weaknesses inscribed
a release within stories
of our mutual demise
a pain for completely different reasons
in completely contradictory ways and circumstance
yet she speaks to me in the universal language
of an anguished broken heart

An enemy or an ally, it no matter
a mirror
on the other side of the dark room
he built for us to loose ourselves in
This strong image
stands blurry, foggy, faded to the color of our translucent bleeding
my image
stands sore behind that mask
who made us inseparable
in all this hurt he brought to the knees of our graves

How does life
get so incredibly genuine
while teaching me to continue seeing beauty
in the most unusual and surprising places?
A woman, a mystery mixed into a lie
that will be held in the eternity of our endlessness
in our insatiable need for truth
A past and a present
two surreal realities
for some reason forever intertwined
A past I left behind
A now she is willing to find

Deeply ingrained inside us both lives a life full with hope
to become simple women with this great man by their side
curing all the waste left lingering inside
Fast forward in time
we can then see we were so blind
to believe in a being so lost
still a mistake in disguise
we let him be our tour guide
when he didn't even have a destination or a map to go by
not even a compass to keep either of us in stride

Where does he long to be placed into our souls?
Where does he get off faking a life full of life with both of us?
True warriors we stand up
on either side of his ragged curtains
one waiting in line outside
one wasted memories inside
In his cheap broken mind
Will he ever be able to fight
for a lover he picks out to try to love right?
for something rather than his drugged thoughts?
for forgiveness to his addiction to careless emancipations?

His attempts
to sound like everything I ever wished he'd be
chasing the tail of my bright sunny kite
flying so high
trading me for deep regret
dragging me into sinking loneliness again
when today I have so much to thank God for
meanwhile
to pretend he's everything that she saw as true before the other night
since in her perfect blue eyes everything was so new
placed so perfectly at a perfect place in time
fitting just tight enough
in her days of loneliness


Opposite seasons
same sharp wind like a blade
who cut us at the root of pureness
at the base of surrender in every shade
we still somehow knew how to offer
His evil won't fit to stop or defer me or her
a sorry man deserving of nothing
a great loss in so much meant to stay as lust
a lesson never learned to gain love's trust