Difference.
6/23/01
You made a difference.
You turned your back on me;
I watched you strike that stake in me
and it took far too long for me to see
that it was so fucking stupid to percieve
any of this as immortal.
I watched you walk on through the door
and then you came back to me deranged.
I was forced to face this estrangement
and my entanglement in these emotions
as you added new definition to the fact
that everything changes;
that permanence is
a wicked illusion --
A weak foundation
on which we build worlds
of thoughts and feelings never expressed,
in our assumption that situations will remain
and we’ll always have the opportunity
to let the cat out of the bag;
thinking it’ll stay the same,
as we’re clouded by these
delusions of stability
until it cracks and crumbles and
tumbles to the ground.
Well that foundation burned to ashes
as you shed your skin
to reveal what I thought was you
as only a crude exoskelaton;
to show a stranger underneath
who’d been growing all along,
gathering strength,
waiting for the right
conditions to rise to manifestation,
to rise up from beneath,
and as it came to pass I watched as you
peeled away the past and cut the links
and turned your back and left me wondering
just what the hell went wrong.
You killed the You
and came to comform.
I watched you die before me.
I felt you die right there in my arms that evening.
They came to take you away, and you became
another brainwashed mundane
in the world of same.
I guess there's nothing left
of the girl I knew
that's worth fighting for.
I guess different isn’t good
anymore.
6/23/01
You made a difference.
You turned your back on me;
I watched you strike that stake in me
and it took far too long for me to see
that it was so fucking stupid to percieve
any of this as immortal.
I watched you walk on through the door
and then you came back to me deranged.
I was forced to face this estrangement
and my entanglement in these emotions
as you added new definition to the fact
that everything changes;
that permanence is
a wicked illusion --
A weak foundation
on which we build worlds
of thoughts and feelings never expressed,
in our assumption that situations will remain
and we’ll always have the opportunity
to let the cat out of the bag;
thinking it’ll stay the same,
as we’re clouded by these
delusions of stability
until it cracks and crumbles and
tumbles to the ground.
Well that foundation burned to ashes
as you shed your skin
to reveal what I thought was you
as only a crude exoskelaton;
to show a stranger underneath
who’d been growing all along,
gathering strength,
waiting for the right
conditions to rise to manifestation,
to rise up from beneath,
and as it came to pass I watched as you
peeled away the past and cut the links
and turned your back and left me wondering
just what the hell went wrong.
You killed the You
and came to comform.
I watched you die before me.
I felt you die right there in my arms that evening.
They came to take you away, and you became
another brainwashed mundane
in the world of same.
I guess there's nothing left
of the girl I knew
that's worth fighting for.
I guess different isn’t good
anymore.
your a very talented writter! :D