This affection,
I was
so timely
offered,

is
the exact point that
broke me;

tore me up,
spit me out,

ruined the chance
the shooting stars
and lunar orbit
had written for us;

the Andromeda
tells me
of how
I gave it my all,
and
got
not anything;

this subsequent
feeling of
hate
and love,

is slowly
ablating
to
nothing.