becca staton
And I Killed You to Save Myself
-A Survivor's Tale
If I Were Hamlet
To shank
Or not to shank?
That is the question
When it comes to you.
How did you find yourself here
Under my skin
When you were provided no invitation,
No encouraging word or glance?
It’s a game of cat and mouse
In which we cannot decide
Who plays the role of cat.
Well if it suits you,
Good sir,
Screw you and your antics.
I’m the cat now.
And in a realm of perpetual indecision
Like Hamlet’s,
I am the brave fool who finally,
And unapologetically,
Smites thee thus.
It’s 12:19 am, And I Am Eating Mac & Cheese
late revelations
so i guess this whole thing has me
crawling under covers
trying to find where You went
so i could follow You there,
maybe be with Your scent.
but i’m not crazy.
i’m not out of my mind,
only out with my mind
dancing in the memory of You.
She was composed of constellations, and he wasn’t one for stargazing
“Look up,” she coaxed,
“I exist in the realm of incandescent light.
Find me in the gaps between heaven and earth
And you will never again doubt
Your gravity.”
But he was afraid of the dark places
In which she shined.
It wasn’t until the clouds came to stay
That he realized how much he truly admired
Her unquenchable fires.
Now he watches her nebulae
Bursting and booming hot and bright
In their eternal ecstasies,
Remembering a time when he too
Was the cause of such light.