I’m lonely, universe, can I return now?
So far up these tilted rooftops I’ve defied gravity
I want you to love me the way I could never love you
To show me it was my mistake to dismiss you,
Rather than a painful righteousness
I’ve spent my days with these celestial bodies – they’re frauds!
Nothing to learn from them, not like from you
Skipping stones, or cherry cola bottles, along this lake is getting boring now
And I’m afraid my exile’s brought me burdens beyond expression
I need your help to carry them, the shelter of your blanket of ambiguity
I admit, I despise your anticipated predictability
It mirrors my own, which I know of too well
But for you, I can grow accustomed to it, if it means
This exile ends, I’m back in my own head
And this raging homesickness dissipates
On second thought,
If I must pry my entry from your rigid dead fingers,
I will
I hate your stubbornness, and all this false pretence
That you know so much better
Than who?