White Elephants
We sit there
One angel, one devil
One good, one evil
One girl.
One boy.
Though as of late the distribution between both has become striated.
Maybe we don’t sit there
Perhaps I sit there,
Baggage slung in wrapped silk over my irises,
Blinding my unseeing eyes
My scars are fake jewels
Willing to stay under your deafening gaze
Well, you believe they are some great prize they are just my vices,
What you believe to be a platinum ring is a cracking piece of molded plastic
A White Elephant.
Though maybe we don’t sit there
Perhaps you sit there,
But then again,
How could you sit there?
Calm and caring,
A face of falsities sitting atop your devil scales;
a new layer of baptized skin;
Worn like a crown
A signal of veterancy in the one area at which you excel,
Apologizes.
And as much as I hate you for making me fall for you,
I hate that I did it more
I hate that I tumbled and came out crippled.
Came out with our blood on my shaky hands.
I’m sorry I love you.
I’m sorry I love your lies,
Your wrongs
Your rights
You.
But if there is one thing you do best,
It’s dragging my willing body back
Begging me for a forgiveness I don’t want to give
But how could I say no to you?
It would take a million “I’m sorry’s” chanted to my tearstained face for me to forgive you
But that is what you do
You’ve rehearsed a hundred times over,
You take my moving body and shuffle it along
Right back into your arms
And we sit there
You, repeating the chants that brought me back before,
Because how could I hate something I want so much?
“I’m sorry; I love you.”
