The mist curled around the street,
Lamplights flickering in and out,
The birds soon were awake.
The wind had crashed, high and mighty,
But then all was still:
The mist faded slowly away;
I watched, taking each blow.
Bruises merged together pain soon forgotten.
Then from the dream; she reappeared
Stepping forward from every direction,
Thin and beautiful as before,
Your eyes brightened and head heightened,
You step quickly towards her.
The life that had left, to you returned.
She held your hand and held you tight
You smiled back, eyes squeezed tightly shut;
She pushed you away unwrapping herself.
And, once more, you were let go
As she picked out another heart,
But in you, her hook still caught
Rusted and ******, you took no notice
Her hold too strong and unyielding
But still she stood at a distance.
You waited there.  Until she called
It hurt you that she was gone,
Your heart left torn and raw,
The iron hooks pulling taught.
In and out of your vision she danced,
Around you she twirled,
Growing dizzy you knelt on the ground.
Down, I reached, and picked you up
Still, she kept on dancing,
She left whispering—she
She so righteous must not let go,
But managed to fall to temptation.
Her desire to please yet another
And yet, the vain hook still attached,
If only low confidence would grow
And dreams that lie would quickly fade,
But fast reminders coat the minefield.
You want the dream that is her love:
She held the key to you, hers the power.
Of course she never completely left
She stood tall but wanted you there
She needed you; she would not give
It hurt to see, to know it wrong
There came time when there was nothing,
Then you fell, you became hers, hers always,
Terrible, real and dead: I watched
And saw and heard all that passed
With one small hand she moved
And stuck inside you
Hook upon hook.  The pull you felt
You felt it, with longing passion.
You looked and saw with eyes of a child,
Knowing the lie but pretending to believe:
I gag and retch in disgusted sadness,
I set down and gather my breath
Your hands caress; you cling to her
Hers is a hand you will never let go:
You let her lean when she needed,
Only, now you exhausted her care
Her life many times you saved:
And she stood tall again and smiling,
But when yours was a life worth saving,
Where was she, if not by your side
You she scorned, but perhaps for good reason
I stepped over, and I reached down
By each hand I pulled you up
Your care for her, was all to see
I cared for you, as you did me
But our friendship did not last
Because it will always be she
Who carries the hooks in her hands
That will claim your priority.
And that is how it will always be.