I tire so easily, falling into a conscious sleep
A painted face in front of a quiet void
I can feel you running up behind me,
Bringing with you a gush of fresh air
You exhaust me
Between loving and loathing you
Bitter that you are a trophy to this earth
I cannot resist the need to worship you
Enamored only because I cannot escape you
I synthesize all my energy into speech
Straining to choose words you would like to hear
For when I despair in you I seem to fall out through gravity
Who am I if not your faithful solar system
You are a pulsating warm body, and I am just your reflection
The bitter and the sweet pump through me like an icy burn
And inflate me till I stand once more.
You and your laurel,
You exhaust me.