Measurement

With self-righteousness,
says, "You're a lot more draining"
And pretends he's not

The issues are not
the same, nor is the way we
deal with them

He lifts bars and takes
without giving me the weight
of my owned problems

Selfishly martyred,
he brings pain to the table,
hiding it under

With cool facade, while
throwing my life in my face,
takes like it's his share

He finds his own faults,
because I am accepting,
to be less stressful


He compares unlike
side by side and judges harsh
using the same stick


He doesn't know me
as I thought he always has,
The way I know him

I tried to free him
because I saw what he took
so he could let go

I'd rid him of me
and in return, he gave me
a confused aching

I'd caused him more pain
But when I tried to share it
He just took that too

He doesn't realize
he is hurting me as well
to the same degree

His mixing measure,
so black and white, kills colors.
without seeing them

I am reflection
my view is prismatic light
taken for granted

Equality is
not so quantifiable
it can be measured

Cadenced crescendo
Terrifying emotion
I can't catch my breath

I am bound to you
Song I never thought I'd hear
Now a part of me

"Best" should be enough,
but never is.  I'm always
wanting more from life.

Sleeplessness begs it-
cake, chocolate, cereal, crack;
and so I feed it

Waiting in limbo;
there's a reason the song asks,
"How low can you go?"