I used to know this girl
that expected the worst
from everything.
And although part of me agreed
that the worst of everything
was more prominent
than the good
I tried to believe that the light
always wanted to shine out
with fierce desperation
and far more control
than it's counterpart.
Whether or not it succeeded
in doing so
made me feel
rather indifferent.

The *** was always great
because we were both angry
with how pathetically monotonous
our lives had become
when we weren't ******* eachother over
or under
or against.

When you learn too much
about the person you've decided to
share your life with,
that's when eating meals together
starts becoming uncomfortable.
That's when we'll sit here together
wondering what the other is thinking.
That's when we start feeling the light
desperately trying to claw it's way through to the surface of our skin,
ashamed of it's own captivity
and of the bulwark
it's been tethered to.

We fill ourselves to capacity
as quickly as we can
because we know deep down
the clock has already begun
it's ticking,
for you
and for the other.
We were foolish to believe
that we were ever brave enough
to break this cycle.
And if you were ever anything like me,
even for a moment,
then you never really believed
anyway,
and you went for it,
knowing it wasn't worth
the effort,
hopelessly trusting
in the light.

-Kevin James