Two sides of the same

I have hated you from the moment you entered my life,
Fought, tooth and nail, to keep your thoughts at bay,
Imprisoned you when all you could do was plead for mercy
And buried you far beneath my consciousness,
Never to speak your name.

And yet,
Somehow,
We end up here, in this place, with you stood at my side.
My right hand man.
My right hand shadow.
Casting anarchy into the mix,
Questioning every choice that I have ever made
Then leaving me to pick up the pieces when it all goes to hell.

And we have gone to hell, you and I,
Punishment,
Or reward?
Take your pick
Because on some days they don’t seem that far apart
But I feel you are exactly, precisely, where you planned to be,
Pushing,
As I pretend that I can lead.

I have loved you from the moment you entered my life.

A small truth

Bathed under glistening diamonds,
Caught in the faint shadow
Of a watching moon,
I shelter under your protection,
Kept safe.

I want to stay this way forever.

But that word is a lie
And those who use it
Speak of a truth they do not know
And cannot hold.

Washed clean
I cling to the light you have
Left behind.

Forfeit

I am not
afraid of the dark.

It is the light
I fear most.

For once you have stood
in its warmth
how can you go back?

All that awaits

No escape my Queen,
Your duty will always remain duty,
The wonder which slid into mundane.

A promise of the world carved out
Only to fade,
As your embellished throne
Sits hard underneath,
With threadbare cushions.

You are expected to wear it well,
Nothing less,
There is no second chance
You do this completely or not at all.

So wipe the look of disdain from your face,

No escape,

Learn to wear it well,
Do it well,
Be well,
Bury the desire for anything else.

Hiatus

Excuse me
Whilst I move to the edges
Pause the chaos
Just for a while
Then return
To battle on regardless.

This weeks forecast

Snow falls,
Covering the cracks
So that all is pristine.

A beauty which prevails,
Masking,
Hiding,
Burying ugliness.

Kept out of view
Lest you should remember,
Startle and take flight.

Yet I
Fail to forget
And carry the weight
On my shoulders,
Waiting
For a break in the weather.

Hands

I’m sorry

Sorry my hands are tied

Not dripping in blood
But covered none the less

Sorry

Sorry they fought the wrong battle
For the wrong ideals
And made no difference at all

Sorry they grew old

Like decay could prevent the crisis
Lock me down before I even began

Keep demons at bay

Sorry they are flawed

Cold and calculating
When what you deserved was warmth

I am sorry

They told you that everyday