The Familiar Stranger

She stretched her skin achingly across my bones

Holding my emotions within her veins

Scratching at my scars that hide

My weight to her is heavy like stones

Being cleansed by poisonous rains

Spreading a fire deep inside

She carries me just beneath her surface

Doing her best not to let me slip

So maybe no one will see

How I make her feel worthless

How she has lost her grip

How she isn't really her but she is really me

We wear the same face

We don the same suit

But we no longer collide

She always feels out of place

And I always feel mute

But it somehow is what keeps us tied

It all seems like stories

The places she has been

And all she has left behind

Like maybe all the memories

Were just a dream

And not really mine

Her story is the same

As the one I tell

But how can that be?

If she is just the frame

She is just a shell

What does that make me?