I hate having to be the peacemaker
The martyr of your broken promises and lost dreams
One immature and the other brimming with anger
And I, the cross breed of both your problems.
The best planned mistake, representative of your union.
Both from worlds unlike their respective ones.
Unable to see their differences
Unwilling to grow
How can you spend half a lifetime with someone without acknowledgement of their presence
How can you force someone to change their true selves?
Jealousy and regret make for an unfortunate situation
cohabitation is treacherous under such standards
How can two people, beautiful as separate
Be so ugly and gruesome united?
How to tie a perfect knot?
If two ends are shredded, they need not come together
Once reconstructed, a tight bondage can be formed.
Until then, they are left at both sides.
No future, no history, nothing at all.
Left wondering, what if life were different?