We Met Halfway

I met you halfway. Why did you have to take the bigger half? I held your heart in my broken fingers, my throbbing nerves were soothed by the cold. You lashed out at me, breaking through my second skin. Perhaps you thought it was armor. Leaving me sitting, crying, halfway between heartache and sorrow. I looked at you with contorted eyes. Listened with my popped eardrums. You sang your maniacal song. Fortunately I could not hear, I was halfway under the ocean of my fears. Afraid of losing you, being lost in you, losing my mind. Halfway not moving, stuck. Wanting you. Why you? Why me? There can be no meeting halfway! I chose different, that was no place to stay. I turned, I ran, went my seperate way. All the while you chose, to sit and cry. For some strange reason stayed. Locked, lost, in our yesterday. Halfway from reaching, grasping, understanding, that for us, there is no tomorrow. For Archaic Poet's first contest. His poem that I re-imagined is called "Meet Me Half Way"