I am the candle you allowed to go out
you would bind yourself to me but you’d never
bleed for me
and if you had fifty million words to say what you
meant
or anything at all
you’d ramble on, talking in circles
and in your haunted sound and your fury, you’d say
nothing –
did I ever mean a goddamn thing to you?
was I nothing more than another withering body in your bed,
another meal, another drink, another drug,
another stepping stone in your unanswered,
unmatched ambition?
there’s no way to tell now in this optimized
emptiness, is there?
I’ve tried to see through the cage of your lies
one too many times
so now I go about my petty tomorrows and you go about
yours on opposite sides of this compound fracture town
we are all bleeding at the seams
at the end of the day, aren’t we?
I don’t think fate was involved anymore
only hunger clawing at your insides
and when you finished devouring me in your
desperation, you corroded your soul
with something and someone else
another victim wrapped too tightly in your spell
who are you drowning with now?
of course they won’t see that the cords wrapped
around their neck aren’t love until far too late
of course they won’t have words for how you’re drinking
them dry, and
of course you won’t tell me their name
but I’ll hear their screams through
the grapevine anyway
out, out
brief candle
again and again
oh, that I would have
died hereafter
after what you did to me
but
watch me rise like the morning star
instead
burn out
shimmer and fall
knowing you can never again
touch me
-Castor 2/1/2026
