Invisible Wars, Bruised Emotions

Her last goodbye rested bitter in my ears.

We knew what secrets languished within each other,

nightmares with vicious teeth that threatened to push us to our deaths.

I'd embraced mortality a bit too tight...

You were made for living; I would fade...

Our lies bloody with niceties on the day we walked away,

drunk on anger, bedding rage like a hungry lover,

I should have slapped the reality back into us.

Our grandparents are gone.

The screams of change churn our paths now,

There's nothing we have in common anymore.

No wonder I can never sleep (can you?).

I stalk our memories, missing the days we shared as kids,

the sacrifices made thanks to distance,

well, I'm still being scraped off the ground.

My grief piggybacks your regret.

I jumped... I danced...

...I carried our entire relationship those last few years.

It was lighter than carrying your attitude, and even then,

It was still a shot in the dark.

The wounds from the invisible fight have scarred now.

I've arrested my heated emotions,

and my bruised feelings left the hospital several moons ago.

Maybe I jumped the gun and threw betrayal at your feet in confusion.

My god, it has been years; my issues made nude by this time.

No one really ever had it better or worse between you and I.

When I think hard enough about us, all I hear is laughter.