They were punching bags for each other,
as well as diaries.
God knows how many tattooes they've drawn on each other,
but with a pack of ice they fade like ink to water.
Their words meant for the world,
but they settled on each other,
because beating against the earth
would only make them fools.
They stopped crying over what was said,
for no one was sympathetic:
"you brought it on yourself. You know they're no good to you."
and damn it all they were right,
no use in crying over self sabotage.
They knew that there was no sense in crying,
but it went further;
these people acted like they didn't have a right to flinch.
What else were they going to do
when every sorrow inside these two
was being poured onto the other?
Atlas wanted out from underneath the sky,
and he brought it on himself too -
is he not allowed to struggle?