Without these chains
Where would I go?
What would I do?
Without all these circumstances weighing me down?
Would I have bothered to publish that book?
Would it actually have grown into the trilogy I imagined?
Would I have finished university?
Would I even be in Canada anymore?
Without all these things trapping me here
With you to rub it in my face that I have nothing
Flaunting
And that I could create a thousand fold and see nothing come from it
What a sad thing
To create something from nothing and still be nothing
I would say you couldn’t even give me the one thing I wanted
But I didn’t want a thing I wanted a person and persons have free will
And their will is usually to get away from me
No, in fact, you’ve given me most things I want
It’s not like I actually want food I want to not be hungry so not getting food is just kind of
Whatever
But these things I don’t in fact need
You’ve showered me in things
Almost like a consolation prize
Sorry your one doesn’t want anything to do with you
Have some stuff
It’s my fault for picking the wrong person anyways
Besides it wasn’t supposed to be that way around
I’m lost and looking to be found
Not out here collecting collections instead of having the one thing I want
Wouldn’t love be lovely?
Have I misunderstood something?
All these stories about how great love is
All these songs
I feel excluded from them
I never even got to find out what it was like to have someone
Want me
Like actually want me and not just if it’s convenient or until I start standing up to the abuse
What it felt like for my mind to trick me into feeling wanted
Never the actual experience of it
20 years of begging for someone
1 year of thinking we found them and being oh so very sadly wrong
Hey, Universe
I’ll go back to trying to save humanity when you’ve actually found me someone
Call me selfish but I don’t much feel like saving a species that let me fall this far through the cracks anymore
When my isolation ends
Demand whatever
Sew the chaos
Fuck the timer
I’m alone and I’ve had enough of it for 7 years
Maybe it’s time to stop pouring my love endlessly into other people
Maybe it’s time to be supremely selfish and keep it all to myself until someone fucking shows me why I shouldn’t
As per usual I don’t have any interest in being anything other than decent
But I’ve been going above and beyond for this world that gives me nothing in return for too long
I never loved anyone expecting repayment or anything of the sort
But this is… This is punishment.
Another day is gone
Hermes whispers in a yell in the night
I don’t owe my love to anyone
One love for all?
None for one?
I’m not the one who’s selfish
The world demands of me
The Universe demands of me
If you want it?
Come and get it.
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