opposites

Days have turned into

Tireless definitions

Of the same word

Repeated over and over

Until the meaning is lost

Senseless in the void

Of monotony

I open my eyes

And you close yours

I eat a peach

And you a pear

I walk left

You veer right

I say love me

And you whisper goodbye

I stand amongst

The weeds

I bite my tongue

And you stitch it back

We have grown lovely

Arguing, bickering

Over stupid things

I lie in bed till noon

You walk to the lake

And stay there till you see the moon

I drink too much coffee you say

And sleep all day

This isn’t at all well

Neither is this, I think

But you’ve already left

You paint in your room

Women with sad eyes

Whose makeup is the mask

Covering all their scars

They’re oddly beautiful

In ways I couldn’t imagine to be

But yet I wish

Someday you may want to paint me

I write diary entries

And poetry

Scattered thoughts

Here and there

Of children eaten by mothers

And fathers killing brothers

I wrote about you

And how lovely you look

All splattered with paint

But I tore it up right away

You shouldn’t see that

You sleep on the couch

And I on the floor

I get drunk

And try to make love

But you kiss me softly

And put me to sleep

On my ground, at your feet

And this is the happiest I feel

When you kiss me almost lovingly

And like a father, like a lover

You offer me to sleep