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Can't you see the grass is greener where it rains
You left, I died, I went and you cried
You came, I think
But I never really know I've served my time
I've watched you climb
The wrong incline
But what do I know
Accept it,
Don't let it
Turn the screw
Accept it,
And let it
Scream back at you
Now this applies both equally to you and I
The only thing we share Is the same sky
These empty metaphors
They're all in vain
Like can't you see the grass is greener where it rains

[Eve (The Apple Of My Eye)]

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We have lost each other.
Have we ever found each other in all our past days?

We lost each other before I could clip your wings and before you could eat cherries from my lips.

Remember, my love?
How we used to believe we would have been monsters forever?
Do you remember when we used to think we would never lose each other?

Each other has become an illusion.
Each other has become impossible.
Each other was only something in which I believed for a short while.
What a fool.
Each other has turned into burnt grass behind us,
leaving invisible marks and scars
and powder, ash and dust on every words, 
every breathe, every smile we used to share.

Each other is something that I have never achieved 
with anyone.
Each other is something that I cannot give
to anyone.
Not even the one I love(d).

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Anonymous said…
It has such a lonely rhyme to it... but it is beautiful nonetheless.

I used to think that the 'each other' thing was impossible for me...

... but then things changed, or maybe it is I who started to see things as they are.

At my late 20s now- I still have more than my fair share of weariness about commitment (it must be a 'broken family' thing and some form of abandonment issue)- but after being with the boy for 11 years now, I know it is my kind of 'each other'- even though I am scared to say it out loud most of the times...
5 December 2010 at 00:08
AnnaFullStop said…
thank you Reenie.
Surely being with someone for 11 years gives some hints on what is your 'each other'.
And I beleive it is not a matter of commitment, or aweariness of it, but maybe just a matter of living it, being in it. That is what I miss the most, being in an 'each other' not only having it, if you know what I mean.

you are lucky to be in it, whatever it means for you, don't be afraid to speak it out...
5 December 2010 at 01:09
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