We gazed out at the skyline
As sunset encompassed us
The words on the tips of our tongues
Were like
The night sky
Full of the promise of glimmering stars
Attempting to kiss the fading light
A hopeful improbability
An intimate shyness
Like her hand brushing mine
A brief quickening of pulse
That paints the sky
In vivid shades of longing
Only to quietly slip into the gloamimg
She licks her lips and like a mystery says
And you have been driving
I’m asking questions
To be or not to be
These thoughts are coming faster
Flashes of the past are blinding me
Take these dice and roll them
Let them tell me who I am
Let the wandering numbers decide
Because I can’t
Not a modicum of moderation
Always leaping to extremes
I am through the looking glass
Caught between the nightmare
And the dream
With every reflection
I can’t stand the me in the past
Yet I detest this self pity
I desperately wish to shatter the glass
Only to realize
The futility
Because the past
Is what has created me
I will take to my grave
The secrets that I keep
I won’t reveal the truth
Yet I betray myself with every word I speak
My shadow is growing longer
As the sun sets on the elapsed
My form is growing stronger
As the dice are cast
Life is like a storm
Fate and destiny mean so little
Control is an illusion
In the face of the unpredictable
There are rainbows unexpected
Some days only threaten rain
But all we can do is cling to who we are
When they become a hurricane
I’m asking questions
To be or not to be
These thoughts are coming faster
They are slowly killing me
A living death
Where I have no control
Take these dice and let them roll
Decide who I am
Because I can’t
There is s place for me at this table
Something I never thought that I could earn again
With my lost years
And the pain I unleashed with no shame
I have found
That we live our lives with the hands we’re dealt
And all the struggle
All the battles
Everything we’ve felt
Evading and obeying the rules
Hardly changes the game
The true belief that I am worthy
The self loathing dichotomy
Never changes my name
But this is a tarot deck
As I try to predict
What chaotic action
I will take next
I have no poker face
Only passion
As I feel the draw of those who care
I pull away
Isolated
By destruction
By creation
By the love that encompasses me
And the resentment
That comes through too clear
Whispers I can only hear
That must never be spoken
This is a story
With no plot
No ending
But I remain
And all I can do is watch
As it plays out
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