Habitual irony@habitual-irony
i don’t like you but i look like you
and you look like me — but you told me
“you would not like me if i were you”
darts are lined up at the entrance
of my mouth. my voice likes target
practicing
yet it keeps missing the red mark
but i’ve heard my breaths whispering
against me and i’ve heard gasps melt into a scream
miles away from the growth rings on your dreams
they were cut down but they are too ancient to die. slipped from your hands, so they are no longer mine, but ours’
yet you don’t like me..and i don’t like you
i sliced up heaven for you and you slow down hell for me — the foe you befriend in me likes sliding matches over the underside of all our believes
for we ended up destroying something
and now
it looks too much like us