Oh how dare me! I missed a day! I shall post two poems today.
Killing Me to See You Like This
John,
How can you do this?
You know I'm still your friend.
Why can you not accept
the way my soul ascends?
I move toward Moriarty,
but still try and grip your hand.
Why loosen your grip,
when I'm on the other end?
I'm trying to hold on,
to both of you, of course.
Though pulled both ways I am,
It is me that me that chooses
in the end.