Fickle

It’s not enough to be thirsty Your wetness could never quench me I’d only like to devour you Lovingly And it seems you’re playing my part Why so angry? No matter how weak my voice gets when reciting our features I still believe It’s just that these sounds aren’t strong enough to carry So we’re silent under the screams of my thinking and the wailing of our separation And from today, I am you Showing you the corners of concave structures so you can see it’s all been a figment of my built reality I’ll tell you how I’ve learned to pray again and get up with the morning to hum But for now You can have it Your disposition But Ill always be here in my new found humility waiting for your pride to curl up in a corner and die Just like mine