The Better Man

Soft and wet, your eyes, and bleeding.
Furrows on your forehead deepening.
Are you trying to talk to me,
to touch my mind?
You won't have me here;
you can't hear my mind.
I'm protected from your probing.
You've melted into me before;
why do you want it again?

"Everything," you said,
so you must know how I hurt.
You can't heal me, and I can't heal you.
We're even, you and I; the same.
Equal now, and opposites.

I was a fool to think I could have you;
you were a fool to think I could be tamed.
I can't.
I wanted killing him
more than I wanted you.
And that, I know, hurts worse than your wound.
You cry out from more than one kind of pain.

Touch the other minds;
they'll take you.
Anyone in the world would take you, Charles.
So why do you want me?
I would have been wasted on you.
I wanted you, but not enough
to keep myself from murder.
You are the better man, my friend, my love.
You always were.

I've known all along
it was only hope
that made you see
the better man in me.


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