Returning Sunshine

You kept telling me how
I took up all the space in our relationship.
How you needed to get away
To get a way around the things in your head... Blasphemy.
I believe I was still in your head.
And stuck in the chambers of your heart,
Your entrails shackling me to the walls of inferiority.

Understanding your grudging affection
Took up most of my daylight, yet you kept
Asking for more... more space in your head.
More air to breath, you sought out the nearest
Island of wasted youth. More experiences,
You needed more sensations, to expound
The theories on space in relationships.

I kept enabling you. I provided you
More space, more air, more sensations.
And when I finally went bone dry,
Not a tear to spare,
Your rampage stopped. I felt violated.
I wanted to throw up. I couldn't.
I wanted to cease to exist. I couldn't.
And when I looked up towards the sky
Bereft of all hopes of all illusions of all boundaries and burdens,
I found myself attrited in the returning sunshine.

09/08/2016