Here is the reality about
That man
I could no sooner stop loving him than i could stop
Breathing.
I could hold my breath for a while, sure
Pretend there was no pain
In my chest
Pretend the air wasnt
Leaving me
Drowning me
Pretend i would
Could
Live
Without him
Pretend.
For a while
I guess
But like it or not
Sooner or later
I come up for
Air
Because
I must
Even as my lungs fill with poison
Poison Us even though it
May be
I do need to
Breathe
And so
My choices stand thus
Before me
As a man before his gallows
As a grimace before his
Grave
This
Is
What it is
Do i stay
under
Water
Pretend i am a fish
Until the pain overcomes me and
Succumbing I
Drown
Or
Do i dread the air
Above me
Hate the poison
Hate the pain and
Breathe it in my
Veins or
Do i
Do i
Do i recognize it above me
Recognize my pain
Realize i cannot part with the poison
For the poison is mine
Mine
I can
Learn to love the
Poison
Love the parts of it that
Nourish me
Nourish my lungs my
Brain my
Me
My
Being here
No coincidence be so
I accept the poison
Above me
Accept it
Radically
And perhaps slowly
Slowly
No more poison
Shall it
Be
Perhaps
Slowly slowly
I can learn to
Let it be
And perhaps yet
Slowly slowly
No more poison.
Just him
And me.
