Crossroads

We came to a crossroad

Far later than sooner

Frozen inside your fallacy

Locked in an endless battle.

You were the eternal Machiavelli

fastening me to the blame.

Contemplating the swelter

beneath the Hawaiian sun

Your back was a slave 

Bent on suppressing my sharp parts. 

But even a blunt blade can kill.

We were a match conceived in hell.

Trapped in a Paradise Lost.

I regained my courage 

Still terrified, beaten down

Within the tropical tirades 

Which pounded a circular rhythm

Back to that afternoon, you returned to the pier. 

You would singlehandedly save the addicts.

A vengeful god full of monstrous deceit

Even the tropical rains

Couldn’t wash away your lies.

Your delusion pinning down a proxy

Sealing our division.

Then I left 

after decades of demolition

And restructure, my soul, crushed

Under your weight. My mind divided

My body, curiously strong

Hell-bent on rising from the ash. 

I escaped to rebuild a new normal

Only it was an impossible mission 

Because normal did not produce me.

There were only invasive weeds

Invading my space. Weeds and apathy

The life that, even as a child, I knew I didn’t want.

Truly, time and space cannot heal

What was never whole.

Perhaps divine love and stability 

Can reconstruct good sense.

I try to reimagine the road beyond your meltdown.

But all I remember is that the victims were countless,

And the blameless are few.

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