Align.Meant

Unwrapped, unglued
you lied to me, i lied to you
can't stand the separation
can't stand to be in the same room

tear the truth
like paper
stretched along the seams
i see rightly (as always)
and you've neglected me
again
i pin you
to the wall, you me to a pedestal

i'm ready to tear you up
you ready for my long fall

Down is another disaster
to be managed
another day to get through

i see sad souls solemnly swaying
moving to a rhythm that allows
them to
just.get.by.

As if another
day will afford an opportunity,
i see one more lost cause
and the rancor of this
existence
is as wholly
unfilling as i always thought
it should never be

Canned like soup
and placed upon a shelf:

you've been shipped, shelved, and sold
a bill of goods that
the man
cannot deliver

you lied, i lied
we tried
and couldn't be
-what they wanted-
and we settled
upon a green
pasture
of icelandic-like beauty:
alone,
each giving up a
piece of the others'
dream
in a cosmic alignment that provided what was missing:
stability,
or something as similar to
be thought of that way

.i cannot
cross where the truths
take me,
you cannot choke
where the light will guide,
together we follow,lead the other
in a fitfully artistic
dance called love.