I always loved her best,
with her sharp pupils,
irises of oil,
her crimson hair
and
contagious smile,
but that didn't stop
my callused mind
from commanding her, "cease to feel",

but what a gift she gave in return,
the girl I've always loved best,
the first ache in months,
the first spill from my lids,
in a few years,
when she simply returned fire with,
"give me some rest."

Now, I sit calmly, tearing at my hair,
trying to figure which of my so-called friends
can get me to outer space,
for the duration of the rest of my years,
making my gnashing eternity go
down with a little more ease.