The Difference Between You and I
I had thought we were so similar,
sometimes, my mind still tries to trick me into thinking we are,
but we're completely different people, you and I.
When you showed me that bottle of pills hidden in your pocket,
a few pops and instant death,
I bawled like I'd never bawled before
and I wrestled down a lifeboat,
dragged you off your sinking ship.
When I was thinking of all the ways
to make sure I never woke up,
I was the one to force myself out of the water
during a knife-happy lightning storm,
the one to lock the medicine in its cage,
the one to push myself off of the ground,
while you were voiceless, shapeless, gone,
even when, unbeknownst to me,
my mother pleaded for a sister to be a friend.
I had thought we were so similar,
sometimes, my mind still tries to trick me into thinking we are,
but we're completely different people, you and I.
We were both greedy connoisseurs of words,
gobbling up all the stories we could get our hands on,
but you couldn't comprehend the simplest word- ignore:
No contact for months, and during the most dire of times,
and you were offended that I had the audacity to match your actions
with the word that fit it,
but you couldn't understand the simplest word- trust:
You severed ties with me, spewed hatred I never imagined
could come from a friend who prided herself in being so forgiving and kind,
all because you claimed that my "belief" that you were ignoring me
had bent your trust too far to mend it.
I had thought we were so similar,
sometimes, my mind still tries to trick me into thinking we are,
but we're completely different people, you and I,
as for me, I don't live a lie.
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Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
