Oh Dear.

My dear,
I gave all to the world
Keeping none for myself
Hope, love and art.
Laughter, cynicism.
I’ve grown these scars
That disfigure me
and disgust you so
So you wouldn’t have to,
My dear.
I’ve bled my soul
So that you could keep yours
Lighting the fire in you
at the deluge of my own
My dear.
You forget I’m here,
once I’ve martyred myself.
Letting me grow dim.
At no inconvenience to you.
Then, when the skies are darkest
You expect my return.
Like a clockwork comet,
Illuminating your empty skies.
Reminding you of all that is possible
And myself of all that isn’t.
My dear,
The colours in your skies
Are scattering apart
With nowhere to look
And expectations expected,
Wherever will you glint?
For my course is correcting,
My dear.


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