Bottle of Stars

I could bottle the whole damn sky and give it to someone else

To spite you

To punish myself for hating you

But I'll drink alone instead

Drunk from stardust and atmosphere I'll sing to myself the song of Cecilia and sob into filthy tissues

Crying a new empire of misery

A thousand-year Reich of joyless fervour

And a sanctum for each pathetic memory I'd certainly burn could I hold them

Hold them like polaroid pictures, bent and crippled

Crippled like a heartless heart that was never yours, instead, a heart of impossible size was your burden

So much love that can never be appreciated

I gorged myself on it but could not swallow

It drowned me like a fly in Mezcal, left chemical burns on my scalp

Now I'm scarred by your ruthless loving,

The red scratches on my back matching the bruises on my neck

Tallies of our loving that could have grown longer and longer had I more skin to share

But I am thin and weak and empty, now