SilentIn the silenceYour eyes do the talking;--Screaming.--Cursing.Yet, you remain mute,Mill-pond calm on the surface,Unable to speak the truthsThat I see boiling inside,The Tumult of your soul-Only lies spilling from a forked tongue.False reassurances;--But I want your anger.--I want your hate.Then I want all of your truths,So I can finally let you goAnd you can remove your mask.
Outside the linesGifted with magic,You stoodAlone.Creativity pouring from your veins;Into your fingers and speech,--your every breath and heartbeat,As you moved outside the lines and boxes.Splashes of colour in a grey world,--brightness for dulled eyes.Willingness to remain unaccepted,If it meant remaining true to yourself.
ClashingCherry sweet lips;Offering only bitter words and sour kisses.Your mercurial emotions just leave me steely,You the dreamer-And me the insomniac.
SkirmishThis was never a fair fight.You commanded an arsenal;Any weapon of choice at your disposal,I remained unarmed-- except for wit,And used that alone to cut you down-Before you could fire a single shot.
More or less...The longer we spend together-- I wonderAre we becoming moreOr are we less in this pairing?Once, we were unique;Now one of us palesSomehow lessened in existance becoming just an extention of the other...
MaroonedYou left me high and dry.Only marginally better than leaving me floundering,Or desperately gasping like a landed fish,Marooned.I was stranded--While you spend your time drifting here and there,Dipping your toes into the shallows,Toying with the surf - just like you toyed with my emotions.But remember; The tides turn.Be careful not to get caught in the swell,It will pull you down like a shipwreck.The sea is not so merciful as I--And I won’t sink and drown just yet.We become ships passing;And I will sail again and cast my nets.I will add-- in hindsight,When I caught youI should have thrown you back.