Struggle
by Ano Sa
You...me here.
In this moment we are enemies.
I may have loved you once, but love is a make-believe to you
and I know his feelings are real.
This will be the final moment
I stare into your eyes.
It's a terrible word; those words sprouting from your lips.
An accomadation, useless, purposeless; words for weak. I am these things and more.
Everything has two sides, even black holes have length and width.
Nothing's black and white
like the spinning blades of your eyes.
Killing doesn't make you real.
It takes life away. See, you're no more than a shadow,
shadows of the concaves of your face.
Under cheek bones and eyes, they exist
lurking in the softness of your hair.
They seek and find coldness welcoming in your glare.
My fingers can be seen tightening.
It will glance by, my weaknesses are something like my strengths.
Nothing is just a fact, a statement. Not me, not you.
It leaves a gapping wound there, that light kiss you recieved.
It will not heal these ones of mine,
nor yours
until one of us is died.
Perhaps thus, I pushed against you,
hoping to break the power of your glance.
It is powerful and sharp, I have no use for that sort of need, wanting.
Watching the feet of those who past, I step easier now
Lessons I've learned I keep,
It's time, it's time to move on.