Flare

 
 
 
I slowly watch  
your hair getting
grey by the day
 

eyes exploding  
into supernovas
everytime an  
outburst arrives
 
almost like  
it's on queue—
 
do you ever feel
exhausted being
wrapped up in  
your own kind
of sabotage
 
are you enjoying
this dark matter
under the guise  
of something else,
 
do you prefer  
how size six feet  
keep walking on  
crushed glass?
 
must be tiring
not bringing
yourself into  
the light
 
so you must
keep taking
what's left
of mine.