Weapons of the Wounded (False Dichotomies)

We dance.

Demons underneath engaged in battle

Mine, blazing forward

Yours, phasing back

I crush you with heavy words and quick decisions

You cut me with silence and inhibition

I wail in pain, my “why’s” piercing your gentle ears

You asphyxiate on stuck words

Shocking my heart with your lack of answers

Beating each other down

Both acting in spite of our higher selves

I fall to my knees, tears imminent

I look up and straight into you

You lever yourself down to meet my eyes

Your pain never quite reaches the surface the way mine does

but I see it, behind the mask that I cracked open

And we stare

Both sorry for things that existed long before this

Things neither of us were responsible for

We stare

into mirrors, dungeons, oceans

We’ve fought ourselves and each other

unable to turn our joint efforts onto the common enemies

Loneliness and Inadequacy

We stare

And see 

We stare

And see

That we are one in the same