Worship
I was never impartial
Not in regards to your heart
Which I hung
Irreverently in the firmament
A sanguine moon
Always ripe but unavailable
In its quicksilver revolutions
Around those, less radiant suns
Spoiled
I held you for only a moment
Just long enough to elevate
A dervish, I watch you tantrum
Destroy that which was intended to placate
I know your emptiness
That way it siphons all condolence
So that even in company
You remain, alone
Trophy
I would have done anything
To make you happy
Except love you as is
An ideal spilling untamed
From riotous constellations
A burden borne of indulgence
I wanted to dream
Without the risk
Of intimacy
Judgement
I wanted the Goddess
Not the mortal
For you are so curiously broken
And I, too pitilessly human
Not to judge
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Shallow
Once fallen even a smile
May hinder
Do not wash your face
In my presence
There is nothing beneath
That would bid me stay
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Spoiling
I’m a ruthless man
So long as you are garnished
I’ll watch you spoiling
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This is about the tragedy of being born beautiful, of being spoiled and idealized but never loved genuinely. This is fictional at least I am not any of the characters
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