I Was Never Yours

Drowning in a glass of spilled milk
i was never Your mess to clean up
but i dripped and dribbled
insistently coated Your skin with the slick, silent liquid

There was too much
and soon You were drowning too

Carelessly pouring, sliding
slipping, dripping, forcing
into a glass too small to contain such Disaster
a container too limited to restrain such Catastrophe

and the Moonlight shone for the two of us
the sun had eyes only for You, its Daughter
the rain only added fire to Your heart
resisting the current of that unrestricted river