You inspire my best poetry
Mostly because I hate you so much
But that’s just me projecting again

There are no easy answers
To the questions I am posing
Luckily I am ambitious
Once the fire’s been kindled
I can burn down forests and cites
Igniting the world I inhabit
Brightening its universe
But no passion has tickled the flame lately
Just mundane, passing urges
Gone far before flint can strike metal

Your arms were stretched out above us
Creating worlds with the movements of your hands
Depicting the vague concepts that I couldn’t grasp
With me just lying there, blurred mind, blurred edges,
Absolutely basking in your reality
I knew then nothing good would come of this
But why on Earth should that matter?