Dictate (to me)
the stars,
and how your love shines,
like a golden firefly,
in the depths
of darkest night.
The clouds intoxicate me,
and how they seem
to make me wish
that you were never
here.
Pearls string to lights of decadence.
And I am fallen
from this hopeless banquet
of tired love.
Of searching souls
too frightened by childhood light
and the monsters
that lie in their own eyes.
Tell me how love is harsh,
cruel, and mean.
Tell me how the lightning
deems to strike it down,
and thunder
to throw it apart;
tattered and torn.