𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

- concern

After all this time, I'm still here.
I stand between the dust as empty
as your ghost, but there are reasons
as to why I'm the one talking and you're -
anyway, I disappeared after my gravity
tilted, my moons colliding with each other
until my tides swept over all the hearts
I'd fixed. None yours, all mine.
None half so resilient as we should've been,
all gravel and pebbles and rain on parades.
Anyway,

After all this time, you hate me now.
I have plans to disappear again
and you're not a part of them. Somehow,
this feels like forever. My spirit
is faded and so are my eyes;
your outlook is jaded,
I now realise. We write shitty poems
but I no longer care, which is why
you understand me right now.
I ordain this forever, somehow.
Anyway,

You only ever understood when I no longer gave a shit,
which is why I am crass, which is why I am understood
right now. You can only ever give a shit when someone
understands and yet
you never
return
the favour.

Fucking
hypocrite.

I apologise.

The indecency in my rights to be angered
boils over my fingertips. Here, in this sentence,
you can watch me slip beneath my wings.
Do you like it? I bet you do. Do you understand?
Don't answer that. I am at an end point
that no longer concerns you, no longer
concerns the caring, the cared for, the craning
necks of spies, little lies, please realise, psa:
get a fucking life.
I apologise.

I am at an end point that no longer concerns...
something, I'm sure. I've forgotten.
Or perhaps not.
It does
not concern you.
Anyway,