To the Whore Who Stole my Poem and Called it Her Own

misunderstanding can lead to war.
while honesty can pave the way
for nothing.
it takes less courage to smile
and pretend everything is fine
than it does to speak up.
it also takes less courage to point fingers
than to point at ourselves
and admit that we are wrong as well.
if we don't speak up
and settle the dust
we'll dance back and forth like this
hurting each other
to make up for our lack of humanity
and understanding.
i'm no better than you.
but you have faults as well.
everyone is broken
but if we can get past the stage of misery
and find a way to make amends
then it's not just two people in a room
yelling at each other.
it's two people who plant the seeds
for something
bigger than
what we can realize
at this time.
but one cannot wait
along the wall
waiting for that someone
to ask them to dance.
he grows tired of waiting
and leaves
to find
something other
than what was there.
he'll never find it
and he knows it
but she came close
perhaps
the closest
to filling that gap.
i don't think it's that important to her.
but alas,
we have to believe in something.