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More Than a Falling Out
A Poem
the dichotomy existed before we knew it —
the right and wrong of us —
till we were just two sides of a coin,
bound to be opposite,
always separated by a thin line
too tremulous to cross in haste.
we thought we knew each other so well,
unique in taste and truth,
but there were no ties that could join us
because we were knots left to be untangled
by forces greater than ourselves.
friends can come and go as they please,
but family might be forever —
blood is too keen a marker —
and so we ponder drowning for each other
in a storm all born from our makings.
taking sides has become a game,
much like playing cards or placing bets,
but we’re so lost in outdoing each other
in misguided efforts of knowledge
that we don’t see we’re sinking
in chairs we’ve chained ourselves to,
the thrones we’ll die on
