is it too much to ask?
is this too much for you?
no, you say—
no, you say?
so you say, but
you mean yes.

do you call this commitment?
do you think me a comet,
(commit)
pretending
(do it)
to fall?

sink, slow
down, no,
i can’t take it,
i don’t want to take it,
help me, sorry;
don’t help me, i’m sorry

let me
   fa
      ll

(but promise to catch me)

i sleep with the moon, the moment
when the sun enters the sky.
there’s an ethereal beauty
to a blue canvas tinged with gray,
where the clouds
recollect themselves
after a long night of introspection.
there is peace.
there is my ending.
sunrise calls just
about every drop of energy
from my veins,
deposits it in my head
and waits until the setting
for it all to come alive again.
night after
night after
night.
good night.

i made a promise—
a shackle,
a chain,
a weight to bear—
inked it into my skin,
let it hover
behind my throat;
a secret agreement;
so why do i
feel like my chest
is an eternity
and a fortnight
lighter?