Denial

I'm trying not to think of what I do

What I give

Because then I'll stick my hand out

I'll gesture toward you

An ugly thing, it is

I'll atrophy an undisclosed amount

I'll receive nothing and I'll hold true

hold two broken ribs

you ask me what I cry about

The truth is that what I've been through

made me want this

and you promised to relinquish what you've announced:

the universe does all but forgives

love is tainted

there's a stain I kicked on your good heart

I was just climbing up the walls of my own pit

I didn't create it

And the strain has claimed of my reputation a decent part

Now I've dealt with my own shit

fence is painted

Andy Griffith said its just the start

that everythings a metaphor, that's it

we can either hate it, the punishment,

or make a Rembrant out of a painted fence, works of art

We are

the ones

who want

the star

of our

good luck

to outlive its supply of energy

but if it outlives its dependent planets, so what?

then its just floating

consuming its own lifeforce

self-indulgence

and its consequential self-loathing