Once I knew you, but now who knows?
I wonder if your heart still beats that same sour rhythm.
Do you remember? Every day, we shared a sickened pulse with one another,
a mutual lethargy of all things. In you, I saw me.
I saw you. You, so hating, so hated yourself, by yourself.
We were the same. Whatever we may think now of the other,
this much could never be denied.
Now. Now things are different, aren't they?
Father Time wielded scythe in his hand, and he cut us both apart.
The blood soaked us, stained us, was infected and infected us.
Maybe that was what insanity felt like,
that slow poison in the open wounds. I wonder. Our heart became our hearts,
I lost you. You lost me. And now we hated each other instead
Really, the reason is simple enough. Though of course, that does nothing
to give justice to the situation. My wound is healed now,
but the scar lies pale on my skin.
You're changed now, our hearts unharmonized. I don't like
what you are. But time hasn't yet f