Maybe it will be proven that there was more to this,
than that which I understood it to be as it played out.
Still I can't help but feel like this is a love that'll be missed,
because displaced emotions allowed itself to pollute what love was about.

And in each attempt to redeem the matter of the heart,
some new wound of the soul seems to be cut into my being.
And I still don't know why the man of the end is never of the start,
still I know that there is no denying of what my eyes are seeing.

Always follows the same path to what things will be,
and in all my analysis I still don't know how to stop it.
Things always end in the pointing of fingers between he and me,
the end coming swiftly despite my refusal to quit.

Still blowing up in my face each attempt at the dream,
but there are so many times a person can swallow things aren't what they seem.

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Tears do not come down,
where anyone can see them -
are still cried inside

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So in my nightmares I see their faces,
arising the next day on little to no rest.
What I'm up against daily shows no traces,
I wear more than a mask - I am deceit at its best.

Call me cold or crazy - maybe even just plain wacko,
I'll take each of those accusations as I do all the others.
Despite all the things I don't - there's still a few things I do know,
and most of all even in our decline we remain sister and brother.

So while it seems like it's all my fault in this moment,
its really not in the grand scheme of things any more than it is yours.
Won't keep the shoulda, coulda, woulda's from being as potent,
time and free will has still opened and closed doors.

Regardless of who's count we consider to be the real crimes,
we both remain only human - and able to forgive but so many times.