This one's tough to explain...two people having trouble with getting along (just...a little bit more intense). The long 'rap-verse' is fron the other person's perspective...the rest is mine. Please, PLEASE leave comments...I spent a lot of time working on this. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In my sleep: Where'd you get that scab? Were you fighting off our dreams again? Or was I biting in my sleep again? Does this make sense? Is this why you cry? With every breath we take, dedicated to the day we die. I've found my way through this maze but I'm still lost enough to find my way back in I've found my way out of this cave but I'm still blind enough to find my way back in Hand in hand, we roam Yet we won't exchange a single word We won't bond, since we're well aware of how much it hurts. Face pressed against the mirror, I don't like what I see I don't like the fact that I'm staring through the glass at me It's not that I can't or that I'm afraid to do so It's just that I know everything about me, at least as much as you know I'm just as heart-broke as you, but I had to swallow the pain and my pride along with it too. As always, I hate myself just like every other person does But here's something new: I hate you just as much I've found my way through this maze but I'm still lost enough to find my way back in I've found my way out of this cave but I'm still blind enough to find my way back in Where'd you get those scabs? Is it true? I bit you again last night? Where'd you get those scabs? Is it true? You weren't even here last night?
Face pressed against the mirror, I don't like what I see I don't like the fact that I'm staring through the glass at me It's not that I can't or that I'm afraid to do so It's just that I know everything about me, at least as much as you know I'm just as heart-broke as you, but I had to swallow the pain and my pride along with it too. As always, I hate myself just like every other person does But here's something new: I hate you just as much. these lines themselves make the whole piece absolutely...defined. complete. an amazing complete piece. usually you can never say that a poem is complete if you get the feeling that you can add something to it. but you just can't here...it's over, it's full.it's defined, and just by the above verse. great.