Imagine that all the content on wikipedia was published into a single volume. Now imagine that volume was compressed to fit the back of my hand, is it not insane then that I know you like that?
That I know even the flapping sound your eyelids make each time you blink away the weight of my worth.
This is what your pain has made of me, a hurricane of feel too much and a hollow cave of not enough.
But no, I do not owe you my breath.
No longer will you be the podium my yesterday showcases the darkness of all her melancholy whilst today with all her sunshine is but a stage light.
I will not write for you anymore.
Ink your existence on the pages of a willing ear,
I will not love for you,
Hustle or give of myself to satisfy your bottomless belly.
I will not even leave for you, burn bridges or gasoline-fire-concrete shoulders for you.
You are shame & I am me, we two are not the same.