Us vs Them
July 26, 2009
Love, your name.
What I called you at least.
What they called you didn’t matter
Because they didn’t matter.
And it was with they who didn’t matter that you left me
And I still hate you for that.
We would sit in the quiet and emptiness of the third floor
The home you had built for yourself above all others.
A heaven so appropriate for such a god.
You willed me to sleep in the arms of my true mother and lover
And taunted me with dreams of our life together and alone.
Apart from the rest. The rest who we would laugh at, from our perch in the clouds.
But I was not enough for you
I and the life I offered
My life. My heart. My soul.
All offered to you in willing sacrifice.
To be rejected by god is to be rejected by all there is
And it was you, my god, who rejected me with your end.
Love, your name.
What I call you still.
What they call you doesn’t matter
Because they don’t matter.
And it is I who is left alone now on the third floor
Cowering in your empty heaven.
