not to the moon nor the stars, fly me to the horizon for i want to be crushed
between the edges of reality, perhaps
i turn into nothingness for this reality gave me nothing but agony. agony of abandonment.
when you left me alone. I protected you from all the wrath. when your own expectations stabbed your hopes, i sarged your damaged wings with my own blood.
i took all your pain and kept it in my ribs instead, i felt your pain slide through my rib cracks. but where did i go wrong?
Why'd you leave me? why did you become so heartless?— i used to ask myself.
Until i realised somewhere in taking your pain,
i took away your heart for heart is where agony resides.
and perhaps when the pain seeped away, your heart did too.
—my rib isn't the best cage
so i want it crushed with me.
i pray its pieces
make a pinch of your heart
and so that you can love me
at least when i'm gone.
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