Did you love me yesterday
with my riveting conversation?
where I had compliments to spare
and hands so free
limbs open- umbrella.
yes, you loved me
when I couldn’t love myself at all
so I turned all my bitterness into a pedestal for your feet
I wrapped your silhouette in amber and radiance
I wove my broken heart into a chalice for your masculinity
and rubbed your shoulders with my insecurities
You thought I was fascinating
and watched me drape you in my vices
stumbling over all the good within me,
picking it up and using it to tickle your fancy.
I begin to resent you even now in the end
even now as the engines roar.