The Stranger You Know

It’s tragic to walk around like strangers knowing the whole truth behind it all

The cruel irony that you were doomed from the start

An arrow through a damaged heart

But Cupid has a twisted sense of humor

And the thing is if you sought me out sooner

I would have heard the jangle of skeletons behind you

Not to be confused with tin cans strung to bumpers

But sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference

I wouldn’t have been swept up in the little things

In the details of conversation, stuck wondering

If your words are double sided like parseltongue

I pick apart your words trying to figure out if I’m the one

But your words surround me like mist

And I could wander for hours with my hands outstretched in the dark

And it hurts, because you’re lying right beside me under the covers

I think that I know you, but I don’t know you at all

I only know the shadow that you cast along the wall

You strung me along like laundry to dry

Holding on without clothespins trying to figure out why

And when you are finished with me, you fold me up and tuck me away

You hide me under the bed behind piles of lies and half truths

And I would sit there happily, because I thought this was love

-Christina-