Stranger

Stranger
by *KiddosPoet

I look over at the stranger in my bed,
lying peacefully, no traces of anger in his face now.
I wonder how he sleeps so soundly
when things are such a mess.
Surely he isn't blind to the lifelessness
in my tone when I answer him.

I am changing but he is not.
Stuck in the days of the past when
we stayed up all night.
Young lovers caught up in the newness of love
But through the years the passion turned cold
as the screaming and chaos took its toll.
Now I am a zombie, looking for anything
to bring me back to life.

I am in a place I never thought I'd be.
I look at my friends' lives, content with their choices,
and wonder where I went wrong.
How do you know you're making a mistake
before it claims ten years of your life?

Now I am bitter, self-destructing,
wishing I could fall apart
in hopes of rebuilding again.
Not to be happy, but content.
As the tears fall, I am reminded that
I cannot go back, only forward.
I must face my fears, as I turn
to wake the stranger in my bed.

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