Closure.

I’d ask you why.
Why do you detest my usage of air.
Why can’t you stand the sound of my heart.
Why won’t you just love me.

I’d ask you what heinous crime I’ve committed
against you.
What could a literal child, terrified, do to its caregiver.
What major aspect of your life I’d affected.

How much did you pray for my last breath
or maybe it was against my first.
How could I have burned you without knowing.
How can I alter myself so you would
want me.

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