Universe

you gave up on me.

I don't see you up in the skies anymore.

I close my eyes for one second to sleep.

and it was an opportunity for you to run away from me.

Once again, I am unsure.

I become collectively pitiful for the things I do.

I have to think too hard about the most simplest things out here.

I'm being Pisces again too hard.

I'm being myself again too hard.

I'm beating myself again too hard.

and you, universe. What will you say? That's its my fault all the time?

Of course, I already thought so too long, hearing it from another person

made it hurt so much more.

You are no god. You are not my savior. You are a celestial object.

with no bounds to it's unruly behavior. tyrant.

throw down a meteor on my world if you have to, or want to.

you'd want to.

you make sure that I am as stressed as humanely possible,

just for every little imagination in my life to become a reality.

a genie with no wishes to give, is what you are.

a death with no soul to take, is what you are.

a pastor with no faith at all, is what you are.

I want you out of my head. right now.

I don't accept all the little tripes in my life anymore.

now they're a complete roadblock in my human progress.

I'm scared by all of them.

worried.

anxious.

and it is all thanks to you.












You're no secret.