Is that the grave difference
between both of us?
Repression of feelings
seems such a fuss.
One pushes
while the other one pulls.
Where do we go
when both of us lose?
Deliberately sitting
far away.
Nothing productive
coming this way.
How do we traverse
this bottomless sea?
It seems as though
neither will see.
No points will be made
on this lingering night.
With so much unsaid
is this even a fight?
Nothing comes out
words barely expressed.
While the other attempts
to extract what’s repressed.
Losers us both
then one goes to sleep.
The other stays up
the cost feels too steep.
Alone one will sit
as the other drifts by.
Irritation has settled
though neither will cry.
How dare one escape
free to their dreams.
While the other is crushed
ripped at the seams.
