she felt like home,
but my home
was a destitute palace
of mixed feelings
and misunderstandings;
how many hearts shattered
within the confines of our walls;
broken dreams
and bruised egos
another dance to be danced
without knowing how to lead;
we veered and teetered
occasionally finding our footing
in the form of hopeful futures
and faraway places
Crafting similarities
like one casts spells in the dead of night
we sought out reflections
in pools of half-truths
but like deer in headlights
we could never fully grasp
the vastness of the painting
Though heartache and held hands
we wanted to climb mountains
and break barriers
free us from ourselves,
with writhing realities biting at our heels
We burned each other at the stake
shot blame like bullets
hid in the caves of our hurt
incapable of reaching up and out
beyond the stories in our bodies
In time, perhaps we’d have seen
each other
been able to meet somewhere
in the middle
instead of losing ourselves
in the distance
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