The Score

After everything we've been through
it's time we settle the score,
we'll factor in the fights
and forget the idealistic forever afters

We'll figure in each other’s faults
and forget the flame
that we at some point failed to fan

The fire out of which
we could have forged a family,
a rose-hued future
full of love, laughter and life

The loss of which
is left unlamented
lying lifeless in the dust
without a leg to stand on
put out to pasture
like a pun out of place

This forgotten future
the failure of which
has brought us to boil
leaving us with a misfit
bastard of a broken future

A future fraught with festering scars
brought about by wound warped words,
weapons intended to inflict a parting share
of the pasts endless arsenal
of intensely personal pains,
pains only possible
from the power placed in a past idol,
the soul-crushing comments
of a loved and the lost partner.