She is I am we are

She is I am we are

After a long debate over a relationship, I recently
had I was asked why I am still trying to talk with her
and I thought about and could not give an answer
then I felt a strange vibration throughout my body
and I closed my eyes and heard the murmurs of a
muse so I started writing and this is what I wrote
"She is my muse whether it be good or bad that
I cannot lie I may love her I may not either way my
words come through her as they find their way into
my thoughts, it is something I can not break for
I have tried for many days and even longer nights
she is my double or my twin quite the opposite in
every single list, I draw my energy from her, and I
feel lost without her, I hate to love her and I love
to hate her. She is a painting that I never seem to
finish, she is the dark at night I am the light of day
she will be my death she is my life until the end of
days, she is the first and the very last of everything
I know from the future to the past, she is, I am we
are the beginning and in the end, we are the epic battle
that rages on and two lovers that weather out all
the storms, I am her thunder she is the lighting we
cannot live without each other yet we cannot live
with one another she is the rain that falls from
the sky and I am the teardrop falling from her eyes
she is the ink I am the words that flow freely from
deep inside me like a mighty river confusing my
mind all of the time causing chaos and confusion
within my every single emotion She makes me
cry I make her scream I smile and she frowns it
wears me out yet I cannot sleep so what am I
supposed to do fight for her or let her go or do I
stand here frozen in my place for I cannot choose
the answer that I need for we need to be together
to fall apart she is my heaven I am her hell together
we walk the earth as a blessing and a curse she
is the moon to my earth dancing round and round
each other yet staying on the course she is the wish
I am the star creating magic no matter where we
are she is my addiction I am her drug a disease
without a cure.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.