You sit,
with your judgments.
while I,
have mine.
Hatred, a most fickle creature,
Rules both
My heart
Your heart,
Which beat
in time
with our vulnerability,
which walks,
hand in hand,
with our insecurities,
singing a siren song
to lure our dreams and confidence,
only to dash them upon the stony shores
of never-going-to-be.
Cold fury settles down between our souls,
My green eyes stare into
Your hazel eyes,
Staring back,
Showing no tells.
Bitter smiles meeting twisted cynicisms
for,You and I
Are as Apart
As we were once close-
And yet we are the same

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