The Bottom Line

*lights up*

"If you're so perfectly capable, why don't you do it all yourself? You don't even need me at all!"

    "I never said anything of the sort! You're jumping to conclusions based on your own rash assumptions."

"There you go again with your oh-so-logical, high and mighty brain. I was just trying to help you! Why are you getting all worked up about this?

"I didn't ask for your help! I left that there for a reason, and you shouldn't go around touching my stuff."

"And how was I supposed to know that? Can you not see anything from my perspective?"

"Well it's not like you're making it particularly easy for me! As if my life wasn't difficult enough as is."

"Oh, I make your life difficult? I'm so sick of this."

"Yeah, then why don't you go ahead and break up with me?"

"NO!"

(pause)

"No?"

"No... not like this. I refuse to lose us over something like this. I promised myself that I would always fight for us, because..."

"I love you."

"And I love you."

*blackout*

Me, Myself, and the Monsters In My Head

I'm back.
I didn't think I'd ever be
Back to the start
Yet here I am, once again
Fighting monsters in my sleep

I'm tossing and turning
Trying desperately
To cling onto the last glitter of night
Before my nightmare
Envelops me and drowns me
In its murky waters
Even though I know how to swim

What happened to my dream,
My beautiful piece of paradise
I held a glimpse in my hand
A moment ago
Now it's a broken shard of glass
That leaves scratches in my palms

If I listen closely I can hear
The whisper of sand
Fall through tiny cracks
Like the ones between my fingers
Stealing away the seconds
That make up the hour
That fall far too quickly into
The bottom half of the hourglass,
Into a memory.

So here I am.
Standing atop a mountain
Made of finely grounded happiness
Armed with only a sword
Hand-crafted from fragments of nightmares
To face the monsters in my own mind.