2nd draft

It is only in the silence

That you will find me

rather than see the duplicity

You will see unity

The I in you

The You in me

Without the need to shatter

whomever

That was or may be

It is only surrender

That you will fully remember

Those aching pieces

Of you

Parts once left in shadows

From the time you learned your first word

To how you came to be

Those parts come to form

Who you

Came to be

And lost along the way

As you seemed to lose me

Without any warning

Save the contempt slowly growing

My unable to escape its entanglement

How it. Wrapped itself around me

Like a growing vine

I became

One as intricate as those you ‘study’

Like curious pathological microcosms

Perfect canvases for

Your projection

Whatever allows you fo disown

You are convinced Of

My desire to withhold

What it was I truly wanted

to be= share

to tell and

To be told

But i did not

For fear you would reject

That you would scold

That you would unfold further into

A stranger I hadn’t known

Nor agreed

To behold

Used yourT skills

to slowly unravel

To dissect, try and expose

What you had never allowed

Your own self to show

Your shame

crowded out the person I am

Who I was

And had ever been

You forgot whom I thought you had come

To mnwo

In favor of another who

Was only deserving of

disregarding all boundaries

Those you had known i never set

That i couldnt speak out

It is in only in the last of the light

That I sense the

encroaching darkness

your shadow

Now encroaching where there

Had once been hope

And light

Now nearly as imperceptible

As i had been certain

It had been Real

It is only in enforced isolation

That you will be forced to

Own the parts of you

You have only said are those of others

Never driving full circle back to you own self

It is Always someone else

In person or thought

So many to choose from

Too easy that is than to look inward at you

It is only within this structure

You have constructed around yourself

Which ensures an illusion of a certain

Omnipotence

a grandiose Propensity

It is only in the complete desperation

Of a soul lost

Where one can find a still soft darkness

…deep within the heart

Aching for the connection

To ourselves and to others

On a truly authentic level

It is only in our proximity

To one another

That you feel and remember me

As though by instinct

You find your way to me

That look

The ache

The way you only move towards me

It isn’t an option or choice

To continue loving someone you desperately

Want to hate?

That is connection

Of a different level of

Fate

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