Self-Victimize

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I will do it,
I will part us,
And forcefully.
With a cold glare
And no goodbye.
No goodbye.

Why do you bumbling things
Crashland
Left, right,
Center, and so suddenly,
Down from the sky no matter where or why I turn,
The atmospheres are hurting here,
Just patchwork ozones
Made
Of smoke.
Your smoke.
My planet simply will not take any more.

I cultivated for eons, you know
I was happy here.
Knee deep in roots and
Crowned in the shimmering laughter of
Canopies.
I don't laugh, they laughed for me.
I've decided
I hate your laugh.

(That's a lie because it hurts me
And the things I hate
Don't ever hurt me this way.)

You will leave this world
But you won't leave it the same.
You stupid creature.
You immoral battle-born all
Makeshift weapons
And temporary solutions.
Nothing grows any more,
The soil is full of shrapnel
I can't walk barefoot
Amongst the rows
How do I dance?

The moon doesn't even recognize her sisters
Inverted spines waxing into
Crooked sockets.

You burnt this gaping wound
Into my planet's side
And I such a fool
Let it fester,

Conniving wretch
You did plug a million different wires
Into my pale eyed rapture,
Did drain it
Of all power.

I do not work like a battery
(I'm breakable)
I'm impractical.

Will it ever rain here?

Years later I'll still be
Prying plugs from my palms
Wherever you kissed me.

And I still shall have no energy left
To coax my planet
To regrow.

I don't hold a thing against you,
And I mean that,
You're still beautiful.

Your galaxy was like
A chandelier
And you at its glimmering center.

At least
I got to
You know, to
Hold your face in my hands
Once or twice
Or more
(Time worked different there).

I don't understand what I did wrong
But then,
I never understood you at all.

Cryogenics
Can keep me alive
But my waking mind will still be
Working
To stain my blue sleep
Pale purple
With the color of your eyes

Your red rimmed eyes.

Maybe when this
Sputtering ship's battery
Has recharged

I'll have enough energy
To whisper your colorless name
In my sleep.

This dark patch of time and space
And some invisible part of me
Is yours to keep.

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