I, too, am damaged
And flee for the hollow in the image
of the setting sun.
I offer up myself to unwilling caretakers
And kiss the toes of those
Who dance from the calling of my name.
I live in an unabashed way
And sometimes wait to be joined
However you only look to me with disgust.
Do you remember when we used to create art together?
I sang the songs that you wrote
And together, we made it whole.
Maybe it was my imagination
And I lead myself to believe there was so much more
To save the pretty little heart I tried to make so big.
Love might be a mistake
Like the circle of hope I spiral through
Because I'm never sated by what I possess.
Maybe that's what makes me so intolerable.
Can you nod your head in conformity
So my red-painted lips gain worth?
Effort to naught; I know my attempts were futile.
But I know I can stand to an entire being on my own
But I know the sun will still set tomorrow.
Words crafted so thoughtfully, but I know better
Because I've existed in your temple of regret so long
And now, for once, I do not care. |
Submission Name: Circle's End
