This Is Why I'm Single

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I want to write my own name across the sky

Forget your love letters

Your roses bore me, white roses as if I was made of purity

And not sweet sinned wine pressed from Arabian grapes

You bore me

You and your same old same-old words

Do you think I care that you “love” me?

That you’ve “never found anyone like me?”

Should my heart be moved by the sonnets you wrote me?

(I know you stole those words from Petrarch)

you would clip my wings, fearing I fly too close to the sun

but you cannot stop me from tasting the sweet peach of light

immolating myself in the beauty of the flame and

exploding in technicolors like a firework on the fourth of july

I want to twirl in the soft motes of dust, laugh on a june afternoon.

Dance in the ball

Without

You.

I know, you have feelings.

I’m sorry, I’ve wounded them, their fragile, softness.

I’m sorry I haven’t treated your kindness like pearls.

But you wish to shut me up in a dusty attic

like your grandmother’s jewelry.

And I won’t let you.

Call me heartless. Cold. Frigid.

Cry, that like a horse I won’t run tame to your fingers just because of a touch.

But why would I give up this?

Should I trade being the glittering ferris wheel lit in the center of the carnival?

Or the spinning fire in the center of the universe?

to languish as your pale, unsightly shadow?

Yeah,right.

Go away. Take your bland roses and get out of my way. Go break your heart. I don’t care.

I won’t kill my life

so that you can live yours.

Posted December 28, 2011 at 2:26am in submission submission || home

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