A warning letter to whomever may try to love me

Pay caution to my catastrophic cacophony

It reaps beat on beat symphonies

I occasionally call it a heart

So

sorry,

I am the daughter of red light district robberies

Conjured from uncertainty

That somehow made its way to you

I

Don't know much about how love works

I own boundaries ocean deep light years high

That blanket across countries

Now comfortably

I have grown accustomed to loneliness like lullaby

Rockabye songs the night breeds that only I remember

them, parasite memories

holding onto me

I think

At least someone will

I collect grudges and distrust in a glass bottom jar

Some days I will show-and-tell them to you

Like old flame to snowstorm

These winds are too strong to rekindle the fire

So

sorry

If your eyes grow tired of mediocre melody

I don’t know what to do with myself either

Maybe

My jar of shame will burst into some ostentatious parade of colors and “finally’s”

Just like the love we could’ve shared

But

I’m sorry

You can only jump start an old car so many times before you get tired of trying

And I gave up the glass slippers a long time ago anyways

So

This is a warning to whomever may try to love me

I don't know how to love me either.

 

Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

So very, very sad and moving, with a really unusual construction. Nicely done, Cat.

[Cat]

Thanks alot as always :)