I know two people.
They’re really quite unique.
One is One and one is Another.
With neither can I speak.

One is the laughter dancing on joyful words of mockery.
One coos, artificial love syrup spilling over the smooth speech.
With but one word One can revolve like the barrel of the gun
Into Another, edges scraping, slicing into my skin, the leech.

Another is shrillness and screams; ragged, hot, passionate tears.
Another hisses out the drills that shatter foundations.
With but an eternity Another slips into the wet skin
Into One, slippery sandpaper, wearing out the surface of lamentations.

One is the breakneck novel that whips lows and highs.
But best watch for the papercuts that can sting ever so.
One is ugly, trying too hard to be pretty, the hate seeping out
Until everything burns and screams with dry scars flaming aglow.

Another is the drake roaring from the flames and spitting acid.
But best watch for the attention that can murder me again and again.
Another is ugly, threatening and repulsive, the hate exploding
Until nothing is crying in the darkness and shouts never knowing when.

One is One and One is Another.
One I loathe and Another I loathe.
Circles of vice swimming in the spinning waters.
Love and hate, every day, with lies I clothe.

I know two people.
Do I love one because of the other? Do I love the other because of one?
I don’t know, I don’t know anyone anymore as the strangers talk to me.
I hate you! I love you! I hate you! I don’t love you. My hate is great and my love is none.

Do I love One who likes to keep me close, to smile a smile?
Do I hate One who’s clumsy dance repulses me so?
Do I love Another when the memories whisper harshly in my ear?
Do I hate Another who loves nothing; who thrashes and screeches and threatens low?

One is irritation sneaked away, Another is fury hidden well.
Both are volatile. Both hurt. Both I can’t even look at.
It hurts, why can’t I decide? How much does each scar cost from gratitude I owe?
I can never pass judgement, I’m trapped in indecision until the last.

I know two people.
They’re really quite unique.
One is One and one is Another.
With neither can I speak.

I know two people.
They are black and white yet red and scarlet.
I hate them both and love but One.
The most crippling: these two are the same pilot.