Poetry III.

ii.

scorpio.

february 2, 2016.

10:08pm.

lights on

across the street and yard;

and i see you sitting in your kitchen

and you've replaced me,

and you've tried this before.

you look for quality,

and i was quantity.

you looked for agreement,

but i was truth:

and i forced myself to be heard.

this made you Aries,

but you're a scorpio.

and you lie the best,

but i'm the smart Virgo.

i found you out,

you became fire,

desperately searching for more wood

to keep you aflame.

i supplied happily;

here, take your fuel.

you became addicted,

and i was enslaved.

trying to fight back,

i spilled propane.

and i apologized,

but you swooped it up

in a soul-sucking rage.

now your lights are on,

and i can see you sitting with my replacement.

i'm sure she's wonderful.

i have better than you.

but i still see your lights on

and my mind becomes Aries.