You’re a good bullet point to add to a list
of reasons to equate humans to natural disasters.
(I’m pressing red on the remote
but the earth’s still shaking.)
I reduce people down to the parts
of them that remind me of you.
I’m not saying you ruined me,
only that you’ve stuck me in a cycle
of viewing others geometrically.
The angle of my new roommate’s jaw
is a little akin to the slope of your collarbone.
(I’m setting fire to the house
but the sea keeps rising.)
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It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.
I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.
I romanticized you
to the point where
the knives you pressed
into my skin
began to look
like Cupid’s arrows.
It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on this earth as though I had a right to be here.
Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.
People speak sometimes about the ‘bestial’ cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.