You came into my life like a fierce tidal wave
Full of joy, understanding, and acceptance
You found mirth in my quirks
And for a time everything felt right
Then much like the tidal wave of your arrival
I met your demons
Your soul tormented with burdens too much to keep inside
Your once jovial demeanor now fading
Soon our reality was engulfed with our demons
Silently but precisely destroying trust, support, and comfort
While my demons wrestled with yours each trying to best the other
We both tried desperately to hold on
Like the ocean tides, we ebbed and flowed
Some days like before, and others suffocating our very lives
Yet still we grasped onto one another
Like a captain with his ship, each refusing to abandon the soon to be wreckage
Soon the days became a drought
Each of our souls shattered, and weary
The lighthouse of our once joyous union faded
And neither of us saw any good in trying
Both too stubborn to abandon each other
We each sought a way to find an escape
Back to a point where things were easier, happier
Until we pushed and pulled one another to the breaking point
Stabbing words thrown across the room
Violent thoughts and accusations consumed us
No longer speaking to communicate, but rather to maim
Seeking to destroy each other with a vicious and reckless abandon
After the dust settled and we were left facing one another
There was nothing to do or say
Our demons had bested us, and despite the fact we saw each other as we used to
The damage was done
Where does one go after such a violent change?
Is there ever a point of understanding or is it just feigned acceptance?
In the end there was just two broken spirits
Lost and alone
I like to think that one day you will slay your demons
And the next lighthouse you build will be bright enough for any storm
I would ask the same for myself, however
I am weary of lighthouse building, and I prefer mountains to oceans
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