If you were still breathing in my universe,
I might see you as a
mediocre
being.
But it seems that, as you are;
uninvolved and out of sight,
I see you as I last saw you -
a large, black, grimace
on the face of true self.
Oh, I'm not angry or saddened.
In fact, I'm grateful!
But that doesn't keep me
from seeing all of your negative energy
as it swims around,
******* itself
into it's own black hole.
It's interesting how,
when I first loved you,
I was blind to your darkness.
and,
when I first hated you,
I was blind to your light.
Either way,
I was blind
during all of our firsts.
I do not hate you and I haven't
for some time.
But that grimace
is a tainted memory that,
no matter how many times I cross-examine it,
seems to hold as much truth as you do.
Who knows, really,
who you are?
Who really knows anyone -
loved, or not?
hated, or not?
I certainly don't know you,
and I probably never did.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
If you were still breathing in my universe,
I might see you as a
mediocre
being.
But it seems that, as you are;
uninvolved and out of sight,
I see you as I last saw you -
a large, black, grimace
on the face of true self.
Oh, I'm not angry or saddened.
In fact, I'm grateful!
But that doesn't keep me
from seeing all of your negative energy
as it swims around,
******* itself
into it's own black hole.
It's interesting how,
when I first loved you,
I was blind to your darkness.
and,
when I first hated you,
I was blind to your light.
Either way,
I was blind
during all of our firsts.
I do not hate you and I haven't
for some time.
But that grimace
is a tainted memory that,
no matter how many times I cross-examine it,
seems to hold as much truth as you do.
Who knows, really,
who you are?
Who really knows anyone -
loved, or not?
hated, or not?
I certainly don't know you,
and I probably never did.
Intended as a short spoken word piece. Written July 24th 2012.