10/12 Trying to figure out how I ended up here. |
I left bemused. Unsure of who I was or what to do. There were thoughts; were they you or of you or me or offing me I'll never know. I will never know. I think I saw you by the stairs. Was there a voice or a choice or a reason by which there was something of note to compare? Maybe just the purgatory of your words versus the odd science of my actions were the ends to my means by meaning of my undoing at your hand, around my heart with my head under your chest. I suffocated in the ups and downs, pushed aside by your rights and wrongs and compressed into depression with a stress among regression being folded into your unholiest matrimonial quilt. Maybe it's all I know. But all I knew was maybe. I was asleep by your side -once- for four years of death within life. I saw the rise and fall in your breasts with your every breath taking place in the greatest mistake we'd ever undertake. But did you know? I think you knew. What was in-between was never quite the same as being within the middle of everything we believed; we weren't but what it seemed. To have life both ways is to have it no way. |