Once you kissed me and called it art.
Since then I have watched as you have
changed from gold to green and now you
taste of bitter apples, of sleep deprivation.
Once I built brick walls from your teeth
and prayed for a treaty to end the war
that was between your skin and flesh.
You used to laugh a lot, and once
I bottled up the noise to keep.
Once you told me you missed me
and once you told me it was weird
that I just kept showing up, and
sometimes I think about you and
sometimes I make lists of mistakes
I’ve made, and you’re at the top.
Once you were golden and warm;
I found no faults in your freckles
and wanted for nothing but the honey
that dripped when you laughed.
Now you’re green and a bit bitter -
the downfall of man rewritten.