i consider myself
pluto.
small and
alone.
invalid
cold
and rejected.
but to you, oh moon
i was saturn.
i was warm molded colours
i was beautiful rings
and planet explorations
i was ethereal words
and extraterrestrial love
you said
that it did not matter
he, she, they
and i believed you
whenever you wrote that.
now i do not
i do not as you call me a girl in your false ink words
the stars are all dead
and so is my hope.
oh moon do tell me
with your gray crater land
a dark side i have just met
am i back to pluto?
or am i a dead star here to fool you
my light gone out?
do tell me
so our solar system is complete.
the world revolves around you
the earth cries
we kill him softly
slowly
but mars burns up
and uranus gives a cold shoulder
venus is always sad and blue
the sun an imposter
they don't say a word.
and you say too many
with your lie filled lips.
-jb
