Gemini

It's days like this that I separate myself.

I peel myself out of the duality that composes me.

I look with my eyes and see--

I see the little, lost and lonely girl

Who sits sad and

Starry eyed,

Full of hope that maybe this time...

But no one comes for her-

And when they do,

It's the other piece of me:

"I dont want to look at her-

Pathetic, whiner, clingy little piece of shit."

She tugs at me like a broken record-

- - - - - - incessant dah-dah-dah-dah- - -

She leaves me no choice.

I slap her across the heart

I tell her to stop

I tell her to go away

I tell her to "shut the fuck up!"

Then I throw her to the ground.

And as I run away, her cries fade

And when I turn back to look, I see her:

Alone

Growing smaller and smaller

As

I

Distance

M y s e l f

From the door

She so

Desperately

Tries

To

Open.