Writhe

Written 7/3/16. I have to thank you for being so bad and making me write this. I loved ya, kid

I said the last one would actually be the last, but I broke that promise

In an attempt to rescue my god-given right to feel

To know being human is okay and take back my stolen self

I’ve so much to say but it never came out since you made me throw its cage into the sea

Always wishing I could take my half back, along with the gifts you believed you deserved

I complimented your big heart but saw only the Grinch at the end of the story rather than before

Waiting for the night that never came, to meet my sweet andromeda again

I regret the fantasy of that Sunday, furiously trying to wash that stain out

And I honestly should have realized when I compared you to a stain

You liked flowers so much I claimed you mine, but you turned out to be one that would kill me

We were strangers from the very beginning, only a fool would have thought otherwise

I was a fool

Maybe this time I will use the word correctly, and you will writhe under me

This time I mean it

And this really is the last one

I promise

Author's Note

Lines 5-10 are references to other poems I have made about him