Did you get bored?
is it because I whine too much?
did I get too fat for you
or have I become completely obscene to look at?
Do I snore in my sleep? is that it?
or maybe because I ask for mountains when I really think they’re grains of salt?
Did I ask you to move mountains for me constantly?
was it tiring to be my lover?
and now you want to bathe in gasoline
to rid yourself of me?
was I that much pressure?
is it because of all the drunken nights where I was unbearable?
or my sober stupidity?
maybe it was because you had time on your hands
and I am always so far away
maybe you have patience for someone else
and your hands long for skin that isn’t mine
for someone that isn’t me
But your palms are my favorite parts of you
and now I find that my skin burns your very essence
and that I am vile
too absence for you
It rains in my presence constantly
because the sun can no longer look at me
you can no longer look at me
I am no longer your moon
nor, a fragment of your universe
and I cannot find the reason why
and its killing me