In Two

i suppose i started the argument.

i signed the death warrant.

not a physical death

but a emotional

destroying to whole

people 

into one 

with a crash landing.

neither knew what happen.

guessing what was up 

instead of looking down.

you throw your hands up,

fed up.

i laugh at the silliness 

of it all.

twisted into pains 

of sick realization.

of regret and missing.

it pulls me in two

digging deeper with passing

time.

unsure of my next move

i wait.