there is You.
there is Me.
locked in a battle
destined to be.
You.
reflect Me.
but We.
neglect
Our chemistry.
sharing a language
unspoken
with tokens of
admiration and symmetry.
can it be
that when We
became
three minus one
that Our fate
had just begun
to play out?
without a doubt
Our tunnel vision
caused a sideways collision
into blind spots
that are now hot
with fury
as a flurry of emotion
gave way to
a blending of
right and wrong
sight without sound
love
turned upside-down
never
to be righted again
with
bygone emotions
wreaking havoc
causing
a commotion
in the present tense.
it makes no sense
whatsoever
how ever clever
We may be.
who is to blame for this game
with a name of no consequence
that’s turned on its end?
blood-stained hearts
and
war-torn minds
remind Us
of
what could have been
of
what should have been
between
Us.
Friends.
crossing my mind
a chimera of sorts
where We
laugh and cavort
Cohorts.
locked
in a symbolic embrace
as We re-trace
Our steps
to this place of
symbiotic peace
where mellifluent
sometimes incongruent
understanding
passes between Us.
a bond
born of a need
to save one another
from Ourselves
and this prison
known as Addiction
because
above all else
You. and Me.
We.
are One.
and the same.
Boi Blue is a lover of racket sports, metaphors, bubble baths, tongue-in-cheek humor, and one particular woman. She has a slight aversion to open-ended question and a smile that attracts a lot of attention – wanted and unwanted. To read more of her poetry, check out her Pretti Boi Blues.
Yeah, Pretti Boi Blue, this is positively hot! Keep pennin’ that magic!