graduation

i had you eating out of my hand

you were in love with me, and you were on those sorry knees, begging for a fifth chance at flight

but your tarnished, god damned, tarnished wings were the only thing you ever saw

no, you never saw how three times you were in love with me

and you spit in my face now with your dirty lips, your lips of slander and of thistles and of the first slippery time i ever fell off the mountain you crazy girl

you

you didn’t even try but you ran fast and hard

and you were out of time before i was, so you decided to yank on those reigns of fire and pull me to a stop, slap me across the face, and throw me away all because of

one day when i saw the friend i would never have

were you jealous? jealous because he was me and i was you and you didn’t even get to sign your name at the bottom of our masterpiece? were you jealous because every time he spoke of you, you spoke of her, and all that time the world was still me?

it was surely hard for you to realize that i had you eating out of my hand and in between my legs

i know after all that time you had so carefully tip toed around the cold beating of your poor, dead heart you could never admit to yourself that the evil had followed you three thousand miles away and you will never survive it

so you sinned and sinned and sinned and finally the earth swallowed you up and spit you back out into hell

you creature of dust you have no place in the stars or the trees or the oceans but you do have a place

in my hand and out of my heart and into the refuse you go

surely defeat isn’t as sour as slavery