Counterpoint
Two damaged people come together but what might have been a relationship becomes nothing but the sharing of past traumas leading to a co-dependency forming that ultimately poisons their love.
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What was wrong
fuelled the fire at first
we let it burn long
as we stayed and conversed
becoming enthralled,
losing our caution
In the things we recalled.
Giving each other all that we’d hid
offering traumas
like they were some kind of gift.
You made me feel whole
in the parts I was blank.
Filling me up
with the poison we drank
but all that we built
was built upon pain
and when the fire stood still
that was all that remained.
We burned so high!
And burned so strong!
We changed inside
but not for long!
We tried to fly
But then we fell
and when the fire died
We lost ourselves!
What we were
was the world we saw
us verses them
as we bled the wounds raw!
Delusions became dogmas
and dogmas became armour
deified the trauma
and made it safe harbour.
We hid ourselves to hide the scars
And then we forgot how we made it this far
I made you feel warm
in the parts you were cold.
Filling you up
with all the lies I've been told
but that poison goes deep
and deeper it drains
so when your heart sleeps
the poison remains.
We burned so high!
And burned so strong!
We changed inside
but not for long!
We tried to fly
But then we fell
and when the fire died
We lost ourselves!
It was never meant to be!
But I still can’t accept
that you could be lost to me!
That I could be better off
not part of your prophecy!
Your Ragnarok of self-realization
waking up and you’re lost,
looking around for validation,
drowning in the carnage we’ve wrought
with our mutually assured annihilation
We made each other
into what we needed
and grew beyond the
poison crop that we seeded.
Co-dependent on our shared suffering,
in the end what we fathered...
...was worth less than nothing.
© Steven Mailer 2020
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