i have buried you for years,
these shared memories festering
like dirt rot underneath my fingernails, which i have
eaten my fill of
over the past moons, (all those moons) selling
my soul for a bargain
to warrant a single second
look from your hollowed out soul,
praying to wooden gods and drenching my time in
turpentine
to meet you on higher cartesian planes.
gaining knowledge and becoming every day more of a fool
for logicking magicking seeking seeking all
possibilities
Because i wished so desperately for you to look outward rather
than inward.
you never loved me, that was the hardest truth to sell;
in this marketplace of longing, i am the tireless merchant.