In the moment that
I needed you the most,
you disappeared
and it severed
the last leg I had
to stand on.

I was bereft of hope
and left to decay
in the home that
we built together.

While I withered away,
I sifted through the ashes
of our lives that once were,
decomposing like a sunflower
starved of sunlight and rain.

If anyone asked,
I would tell them
that you weren't
a terrible person;
you were just lost
and on a journey
to find yourself.

If anyone asked,
you would complain
about the corrosion
and the stench
and the rot.

Fuck that.

You were poison
masquerading as
a gardener that would
take care of me.

You were the shovel
that dug a hole for me
just to bury me in it.

You were the only weeds
in our garden,
but I treated you
like you were a tree
fit to bear fruit.

I loved you
even when
it was hard to.

I stayed with you
even when everyone
told me not to.

I sheltered you
through every storm
that YOU brought
to wreck us.

You are no more
and no less equivalent to
the serpent, and I –
no more and no less –
the tree of Eden.

Your neglect for care
and failure as a partner
is not my burden to bear,
and no longer will I bear
the weight of your loss
like an anchor.

You are weightless to me
if I decide you to be.

I decide.

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— © think twice