you keep heaping up grievances don’t you love me no more? I try not to be offended there’s no point to it no one pulls my strings I already cut them I didn’t ask to be you and I won’t dance to that tune the sun speaks my name I don’t need love letters I feel her warmth when I touch the sky but I don’t feel yours not in the flesh where it counts your love is dead from unnatural causes you squeezed your stones until they bled
you made a compact with some ordinary devil he bought your lunch so you feel like you owe him but I wasn’t there and I’m not bound by promises you can’t keep heavenly tides turn and return morning through to night the seasons tread those waters and so do I it’s our autumn now you can gather my leaves and make a nice bonfire you won’t see me again but you can keep my memorial ashes if you so desire
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