Fool me once..
Shame on me.
Fool me twice..
Shame on me.
Fool me thrice..
And now I thank myself..
for setting me free.

I hear you now..
you made your choice.
A burden and a harm to you
is my pure, loving voice.
Perhaps it is distracting you
from hearing clearly
the voice of your double.
Perhaps you are beholden
to another
and that’s the source of
all your trouble..
and that’s the reason
why this hurt,
instead of love and safety,
is what’s felt by you
when you hear me speak.
Whatever the source of it
may actually be..
please rest assured..
you shall no longer find it
in me.

Forgive me.. I concede..
You must know best.
And I forgive you,
hand on heart,
in earnest..
at least for what
you threatened to do to me.
For what you did to yourself,
on the other hand,
how could I ever forgive..
The best I can do now
is only my best to cope..
and to continue living on,
and to finally smother my hope..
and to manage however I can
without you.

I know this much
(at least to me)
was evidently true.
We stood upon two ends
of a tightrope.
Towards each other
you and I were taking
baby steps..
and we were getting closer..
and to both of us it was a truth
never explicitly acknowledged..
and yet somehow
(seemingly to me)
still mutually felt.
but then I took a leap of faith
in your direction..
a leap a bit too high
and naked..
as the flights of fancy
from my heart
so often tend to be.

It didn’t have to be the leap
that cut me loose
and pushed you
far far far away from me.
It didn’t have to be the leap
that cut the thread..
but then you chose so..
either that, or into choosing so
by someone you were led..
or maybe it was just like what you said.
That I am out of my mind yet again..
and that I made it all up in my head.
Or maybe it came to me in a dream..
Or maybe the deepest of this iceberg
shall remain forever
submerged and unseen.
As the ending of yet but another..
Tragic comedy.