I have loved you, darling
since before my atoms knew what they were.
Since before existence had left its bootprint.
Since before I was me.
You were woven into me
and I can’t unpick you
without ruining myself.
There is no shame in needing you
more than you need me.
Some ships fly faster than others,
and in our childhood, you were always winning races.
I look at you - whole
and can see all the parts of you
that could have been me.
Looking at myself is like looking at an x-ray
“here is the fracture, here is the break, here is where it never quite set right -”
here is when you said you didn’t love me the same way
here is when I imitated your walk and never fell out of step
here is the look on your face when you remembered who you were
before you remembered me.
We talk about heroes
and forget the name of their shadows.
My mistake was thinking I was a headline
when I was the sub-title.
I’m not sorry
I’m not even angry
I’m healing with oblivion.
(My middle name should have been tragedy.
We should have been the same person.
My name never fit right, it was too big for one -)
We won’t meet again
I made one hell of a good backstory to your hero.
— Diesel (a.v.p)