We have been at this a while -
seemingly sneaky and juvenile.
Ghost like behavior.
Gold dust lust, with no favors.
And later, when the moon comes out -
we passionately reconcile.
We ask, "Who's using who?" and,
"Is it worth all the battles and back and fourth?"
We watch our actions like a jury on trial.
Incredibly vial, yet somehow -we smile.
In cold blood, folding our piles.
Dirty laundry and loose lips.
One of these days, I'll call it quits.
Our worn shoes that walk the unseen miles, the same ones we have walked for years.
The thought brings me to tears.
Twin flames lost in blue and foggy dreams.
Maybe in the next life, I'll be your killer queen
