dark

without my words you are an empty sky.

i colored your eyes

with pools of ink

and circled your lips

with stars.

i made your hands into heaven.

now they are just hands.

i bathed your heart in sunshine

so the rays could warm me

but i came to claim light.

i grew like petals around you

until you let me wither

and now you are

faltering stems.

my delusion fed your grandeur

but it was my delusion,

not your grandeur.

my words were the magic

and hindsight

saturated your image

in monochrome.

i developed it in the dark room

and hung it on the line

to dry.

(you were right.

it’s not you.

it’s me.)