It didn't take much to strip away your lies, but you were always good at hiding them. Anger and frustration mounting to an almost imperceptible breaking point of which you were the master. Because I couldn't handle it,
your frequent changes in mood and lovers, morals and desires, dos and do nots,
I walked away and you called me weak. The whisper that left your lips was blatant as red paint on a white wall. I lived my own, happy to have a life filled with things not labeled regret. A small portion of me longed to know how you lived, with what you'd done, if it had broken you in the same way it'd broken me. Were you a fragment of a soul, or had you found some sort of twisted peace? Was it complete?
If your life was full, there was no need to reach out.
Across time, across error, across walls built to keep you out
and I caved to the feather, as you knew I would. It tickled a little and I wondered at your poison before, if you had turned a new leaf and become a new creature capable of devotion, if you had escaped the monster I'd faced. How had you done it? You appealed to my vanity, crawling back after all this time to beg an audience with the Ice Queen. My defenses were dropped as I assessed your threat. I'd always wanted you on your knees to know what it felt like to beg for a love not returned, but at this moment revenge was not in my heart. I know you knew this... or did I? So many questions, but most of all, Why?
Why me? Why now? Why this way?
And you couldn't answer under scrutiny. The feather wavered and I remembered; birds are poisonous too. Although you'd done nothing wrong, you don't stay at the bottom of the sea until you start to inhale water. These were the times to try our souls, and I was tried in a very unique way.
Could I resist your draw long enough to remember your happiness no longer depended on my knowledge about it? You could go on and live your life and I wouldn't have to know. Peace would be brought if I had no idea. So I left. I shut the door.
I didn't mean to be rude, just straight forward. No games need to exist between us, not when we've gone through so much as a pair and you know I despise playing on the edge of a knife. If you wanted to talk, you would have talked. My information was at your disposal, easy enough to seek from well-meaning mutual friends.
Your urges got the best of you, one lonely day as you reached across the data space to embrace an old friend who turned away for the last time. I sincerely mean no harm; only to prevent it to myself.
your frequent changes in mood and lovers, morals and desires, dos and do nots,
I walked away and you called me weak. The whisper that left your lips was blatant as red paint on a white wall. I lived my own, happy to have a life filled with things not labeled regret. A small portion of me longed to know how you lived, with what you'd done, if it had broken you in the same way it'd broken me. Were you a fragment of a soul, or had you found some sort of twisted peace? Was it complete?
If your life was full, there was no need to reach out.
Across time, across error, across walls built to keep you out
and I caved to the feather, as you knew I would. It tickled a little and I wondered at your poison before, if you had turned a new leaf and become a new creature capable of devotion, if you had escaped the monster I'd faced. How had you done it? You appealed to my vanity, crawling back after all this time to beg an audience with the Ice Queen. My defenses were dropped as I assessed your threat. I'd always wanted you on your knees to know what it felt like to beg for a love not returned, but at this moment revenge was not in my heart. I know you knew this... or did I? So many questions, but most of all, Why?
Why me? Why now? Why this way?
And you couldn't answer under scrutiny. The feather wavered and I remembered; birds are poisonous too. Although you'd done nothing wrong, you don't stay at the bottom of the sea until you start to inhale water. These were the times to try our souls, and I was tried in a very unique way.
Could I resist your draw long enough to remember your happiness no longer depended on my knowledge about it? You could go on and live your life and I wouldn't have to know. Peace would be brought if I had no idea. So I left. I shut the door.
I didn't mean to be rude, just straight forward. No games need to exist between us, not when we've gone through so much as a pair and you know I despise playing on the edge of a knife. If you wanted to talk, you would have talked. My information was at your disposal, easy enough to seek from well-meaning mutual friends.
Your urges got the best of you, one lonely day as you reached across the data space to embrace an old friend who turned away for the last time. I sincerely mean no harm; only to prevent it to myself.
