ALL I DID

Re-instructing myself into silence,

I realize,

Expecting you to rouse

Is dragonpoop.

Child of the theater,

You thrive on manufactured tragedies

Waiting for me to shut you out

So you can weep

“Nobody loves me,

Nobody loves me…”

Stuck in a

Too-destructive-for-anyone

Regime.

I still have heart enough

To keep making up for both of us

Heart enough

To be knocked down

By you,

Sit myself back up

And while I nurse my wounds,

Spoon-feed you

Essential parts of your life.

But what would that be

But an aid to your

Becoming a self-made

Broken man?

Why, maybe dragons exist, no?

 

So I drop the ball

In your dim court

Step back

Fall silent

And wait.

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