Endings

IF you were me and I were you, I‘d wonder what the others took.

I’d wonder if it fared to take part of what made the others look.

I’d, as if perhaps you were there to question -- my wants and needs,

Perhaps if you were to answer my quests of deeds,

Thought maybe my Decembers might malinger

The art of those I might may bring to linger

Then to whom shall I implode a grand divine

How my life is plated on the grandiose of ire

When you did it?? -- or did you realize?

Among the smoke among the fires
Among the tirings of the mind

Did you realize?

Did you realize, when you looked into that drawer

The sanctity and more
That you frayed and then betrayed


Did you realize?
When I screamed until you wept and then wished for a repent.

Did you realize?

When I overlooked the judge, when you tossed me in the mud
Did you realize?

Did you realize, when I opened up my heart

Did you realize?

My ghosts were just my past, my ghouls only a drama, a demon only a fear
--but now you, … only because of you.. I scream.

Only you, and only you, because of me.