megan

of shrapnel and washed-out cigarette smoke

i smell of searing rain and calcite geodes

of used books and gradual subsidence

it is here we meet

in the ruins of every lover

left empty handed

it is here i latch onto you

latch onto your indifference

grasp at your oxidizing hunger

but you permit my ubiquitous love

without comment

it is unfair

my sense of belonging in your arms

an irregular symbioses

in which you get to feel loved

metamorphosed into a being

that no longer needed my embrace

static me against migrated you

breaking free as much as i try to keep my hold

i do not try to be the hero of our tale

this is the moment where i should

have let you free

by now you have seen all the faces of my love

you know me in the dirt i walk in

and the iron in my blood

so i can only blame myself for your absence

but here on my knees

i find myself mesmerized

by your cruelness

as to leave me

seething with every bit of longing