grief

I never learn.

People say

“you’ve got a piece of my heart”

to each other,

but I can’t love like that.

My love is blazing, not warm, not tepid.

It’s like I grow an entire organ

full of sunshine

every time

and when the possessor goes,

that piece of me

will be raining

forever.

I can’t do it any other way.

“You care more about everything

than most people care

about anything anymore.”

Truthfully, I don’t even want to change this weather.

Sometimes, I just have to carry an umbrella to manage the day.

I don’t believe in sun sign significance, mostly.

But Aquarius?

I’m going to give so much light

and bear so much water

by the time I die

I will be an ocean.