Activities of Sunny Sunshine

I meant to be cool, suave—James Bond, but ended up crying in a metaphor pond.

I made a myth out of your ache, then dug it raw, for hunger's sake.

I'll sit in the corner, wear the Fool's Crown, and juggle my guilt like a world-class clown.

I pulled constellations from my gums, Threaded galaxies through chipped teeth... A quiet cosmos spitting blood in the sink.

I hate that I can't hate you right, Not even close, not even a bit, Not even when I say I do.

I burned in all your silent ways.

You bloomed in pain. I wilted worse.

"I hate that I can't hate you right, Not even close, not even a bit, Not even when I say I do."

I don't want her to love me. I want her to see me.