god of the vine and pleasing those who love you
by unlovedprincess
you stand among us,
as though we were not shattered when
you took apart all that we made
to give you...
and i become that seething
sniveling,
mess on the floor...
when you tell me that you are leaving again,
as if i didnt just
create love to place in
your hands,
a kiss and a blooming rose, you
are all that i am,
and yet
still i feel lonely,
empty,
as you stand before me,
naked and in pieces,
but singing on a stage that i made just
for you.