Divided Unity

Conte De Ma Mort (3/3)

Perhaps that is an exaggeration.

To an extent...but emotionally, it's an understatement.

I suppose it would be.

That's all it can be.

Death is a strong word, my dear.

Are you judging the word I use?

Never, I'm merely here as your guard.

Do you have any advice or words of wisdom for me?

I have none that will make a difference to you.

Anything that might help at all?

...Perhaps I do...but we're already doing it, aren't we?

*****

I remember you accepted them.

And we accepted you.

I remember you talked to them.

and we'd talk back to you.

I remember you didn't judge them.

=And we learned to not judge you.=

I remember you turned your back on them.

>But even then, we do not hate you.<

Yet putting them aside, yes -

They're back, they've been here awhile, you see,

Even with no influence from their words

You've found a way to hurt me.

Am I mad? Not quite, I'm still quite durable.

I've been through worse, or so it would seem.

I've run through hell before, you know.

;And from it, gathered new dreams.;

I've maybe gone a bit much with the cryptics.

:But things change, and so does she.:

I may have gone all out with the callout.

//Subtle, but of course, so are we.//

I may be talking to myself again.

+Like old times, no wonder there.+

I may be holding to false hopes.

{Where feigned optimism gets you's nowhere.}

I may be scrawling papers in red pen.

-And screaming at them in flames.-

I may be purging folders left and right.

|And memories of names.|

I may be looking too far back in my life.

\And reminiscing too much on simpler times.\

I may be looking for a sharper knife.

/-/While disallowed to take a life./-/

I may find myself up at night.

&Just from the very thought of you.&

I may be no longer listening to you now.

.:After all, she let us through.:.

I may be turning to the stars for answers.

<Even when there are none to find.>

I may be going clinically insane.

%But leave no trail behind.%

I may be trying to turn back time.

$Of course, to no avail.$

I may be smiling at moments passed.

^And all that they'd entailed.^

I may be breaking like tampered glass.

!In pieces, but dealing no pain.!

I may be wondering how best to cut ties.

?And yet not for personal gain.?

I may not know how to end this.

Of course, since when have I ever?

You've known me long enough for that.

The answer is absolutely never.

To whom your words have meant the most,

Who misses hiding in you and feeling truly safe

A little angel hopes that maybe even without us all

~You're in a better place.~