It’s funny how different people approach loss
You treat me like the plague
I treat you like a God,
Swimming around in memories of you,
Worshipping that which was us

The sounds that your quarantined zone
Makes when juxtaposed with my shrine sure seem familiar
An extension of the very disconnect
I was running from when
I pulled my hand out of your grasp and said
“No, this is over”
Even though I could see every cell in your body screaming.

“I have to go now”
Even though I could feel my chest falling six stories to the floor.
“Goodbye forever”
Even though I saw you try to do the same
With your beautiful ragdoll body,
The body I had spent so much of my life
Touching and loving and fucking and protecting and cherishing

(Why the fuck would you disrespect me like that?
That thing wasn’t yours to destroy.
It wasn’t yours to destroy.
It wasn’t yours to fucking destroy, goddamnit.)
What?
I just I said you were a God,
I didn’t say you were a righteous one.