Judgements

[annaka]

You sit,
There,
with your judgements,
while I,
Here,
have mine.
Hatred, a most fickle creature,
Rules both
My heart
And
Your heart ,
Which beat
in time
with our vulnerability,
which walks,
hand in hand,
with our insecurities,
singing a siren song
to lure our dreams and confidence,
only to dash them upon the stony shores
of never-going-to-be.
Cold fury settles down between our souls,
My brown eyes stare into
Your brown eyes,
Staring back,
Showing no tells.
Bitter smiles meeting twisted cynicisms
for
You and
I
Are as
Apart
As we were once close-

And yet we are the same.