Obligation

I’d wail for you

As if You’d suffered

some Augustian tragedy

I’d give you my bones

If seeing me spilling all over the floor

Is just what you need right now

I’d have quit our story

If I’d known that I was

A dissolving stitch

In the wound of your future

We were like candied orange peels

Effort, love, sunbathing

And the result was mouth-watering,

Yet while I was snacking, I was

bitterly unaware

Of the Penicillium creeping

Through my foolish blood

I know, I’m all my fault

Because I stained myself in a tint

Of grey and purple.

Do you like the pretty colors, Or

the rhythm of his tears?

Life was easier

When we were both Canaries

The knife hit deeper

When it was on your terms I

bet the air feels fresher Now

that I’m gone