my house is quiet
dark and cold
because – for now –
you do not love me.
there was a time
you told me this would be
a gamble.
my answer was my timeless
shrug.
and now that my cloud
to your sun
has bloomed in our sky
it is dark, and it is cold,
and you do not love me.
i don’t like this life. i
don’t like tangling
into the thing you love and
the thing that will hurt you
because if i don’t, someone else
is bound to…
as is the law of this plane.
i cannot enjoy you nor you me
because eventually
the axis of our natures will tilt us
to strike. will darken our season
into flood, into drought, and –
for now –
i will accept you don’t love me.
my cloud will one day pass.
you’ll see.
Royal Rose 