lifetime

your art tumbles from your lips
as you pull me sideways, onto your chest
you are all the man that i am not –

you shove opinions down my throat
with lips to mine
& these are the kindest of our arguments
& so you spit your sacrifices in my face
dragging your dedication down my cheeks
with eyes alight with hatred.
your touch on my side sends my head spinning –

& you claim your business to be secrets, leaving me to
wonder what mine is.
i, who have spent a lifetime running, and performing
while i think you have spent a lifetime working
whispering your illusions against my skin
and breathing in

take away the obsession that consumes us both
& you are left with next to nothing –

am i the only one who sees how much this has cost you?
to spend a lifetime acting –

a/n: very poorly done, i am aware of that. but it fascinates me; the lengths people will go to for their art. 'it is a task worthy of my passion'…clearly and obviously inspired. guesses?