FINAL ACT.

and like a fool i let you devour me, watched as you drank in my skin and picked the flesh between your teeth with my bones. i was empty,

hollow.

drained of all the cough syrup i poured down my throat just to shut my mind off for the night because you consumed all of me ( or rather what was left of my pitiful being: thorn bushes round so tight around my lungs that i couldn't breathe & cheep beer drowning my guts ) rotted my mind like a bad drug i found myself thinking about during the witching hours of the night.

and i wasn't like you, i didn't have flowers in my lungs and the stars in my eyes and when i spoke my voice was no way near mellifluous and tasting like milk and honey / i didn't bleed pure gold nor have a velvet tongue and when i walked into the room a SN 185 didn't transpire before mortal eyes.

but i believed you were the sun and i, the moon ( and for a while i blamed the prophecy of how the SUN&MOON could never co-exist cause like the pathetic romance of romeo and juliet, i though we were simply a pair of star crossed lovers, thus ending in a beautiful TRAGEDY ) but the truth is, i wasn't some gas giant molded by the gods to love you for eternity

i was atlas, with the sole purpose of upholding you no matter how much it wrecked me.