how long can one both
wish to love everyone
and yet want to see the world burn at the same time?
to watch it be lit ablaze, consuming, ravaging everything
watching you
watching you scream
it pains me too, sure,
but i've been waiting for this day for so long that what else is there to do but bite my own tongue to keep from laughing. at you.
for all the things you've done to wrong me, obsessing furiously over your collective ideals you share with the rest of them. The Rest Of Them. i refuse to even acknowledge their names at the end of the world. i refuse to believe that somewhere, somehow, in some other world, we could've agreed.
yet
i want to tend to your burns
and make everything okay again
and solve all our problems with love, that's the way it should be
but for now i'll look out at the vast field of flames
too gloriously bright, and red, and orange, and blue for their own good
then i'll look at you
and the world will end.
For one whom I love very much, but whom I wish could be more sensitive to what I believe in...and perhaps even believe the same.
