3-4-13

we are the same **** mistake
you and I 
I had imagined us as heartless
but I was wrong. 

somewhere along the lines of sobriety and insomnia
I gave it serious thought

our hearts are filled with love
for ourselves
for what we see ourselves becoming

the only difference between
you and I
is that you can live with yourself.
and I'm trying to atone
for sins I haven't yet committed.

when you're alone, you don't have to defend your motives
when you're alone, you don't have to have five good reasons
or three
or even one

every action has a consequence
maybe every action has an antecedent
sometimes i just don't want to investigate.

it's as if
everyone else lives to.

sometimes
i'm just difficult.
i'm just emotional, i'm just irrational, i'm just impulsive.

but if i was predictable, who would bother predicting?

it's embarrassingly easy to confuse people.

we never finished writing our duet.
i don't mean that figuratively.
we were writing a duet
and we never finished it.

we had our two separate melodies strung
the lyrics were quaint but true

but we could never seem to piece them together.

you couldn't quite harmonize pleasantly
our voices didn't blend nicely

maybe i could have taken it as a sign.

we just didn't take enough time
didn't have enough patience

i've always been more of a soloist myself.

we never finished writing our duet.
it doesn't get more poetic than that.

you'd think
after
decades
of marathoning lies
he might inadvertently stumble upon the truth
and yet
still

YOU
set my cheeks ablaze
YOU
a moth to flame