Conflicted Addiction

Conflicted Addiction

 

there is You.

there is Me.

locked in a battle

destined to be.

 

You.

reflect Me.

but We.

neglect

Our chemistry.

 

sharing a language

unspoken

with tokens of

admiration and symmetry.

 

can it be

that when We

became

three minus one

that Our fate

had just begun

to play out?

 

without a doubt

Our tunnel vision

caused a sideways collision

into blind spots

that are now hot

with fury

 

as a flurry of emotion

gave way to

a blending of

right and wrong

sight without sound

love

turned upside-down

never

to be righted again

 

with

bygone emotions

wreaking havoc

causing

a commotion

in the present tense.

 

it makes no sense

whatsoever

how ever clever

We may be.

 

who is to blame for this game

with a name of no consequence

that’s turned on its end?

 

blood-stained hearts

and

war-torn minds

remind Us

of

what could have been

of

what should have been

between

Us.

 

Friends.

 

crossing my mind

a chimera of sorts

where We

laugh and cavort

 

Cohorts.

 

locked

in a symbolic embrace

as We re-trace

Our steps

to this place of

symbiotic peace

 

where mellifluent

sometimes incongruent

understanding

passes between Us.

 

a bond

born of a need

to save one another

from Ourselves

and this prison

known as Addiction

because

above all else

 

You. and Me.

 

We.

are One.

and the same.