Whisper me darkly,

I no longer know where you end

and my ownings begin.

 

I've fostered hate against you for so long that it's a suburn that fades slowly -

never quite matching the color that surrounds.

 

I hope to win me back -

there are pieces of me that ache by their void.

 

I suppose I could step around you,

but that would be a dance step I never mastered.

 

or I could forget you and focus my anger on bandaging my wanting life.

but that would require strings for marionettes I've long since set aside

 

God, on his high horse, will trick me into forgiveness

but I'll never fall for those silly games.

 

Forgiveness is for the trees that crack the sidewalk -

no human earns a soft glove