A Life of Their Own

Our issues refuse to die.
They dance and prance
around the room
and sleep with
me at night.
It is then that
I cry.

The pain constantly
replays the same
refrain
again and
again.

The melody of
jealousy
envelops me.
The nonsensical fights
are whimsical lullabies
that allow
the anger to stir
long after the
sun goes down.

My insecurities
place themselves on
shelves
along with my
necessities.
They follow you
in all you do
and press fervently
against your
ecstasy.

Your inflexibility
surrounds me
defensively.
I fight vigorously
and cause its
victory.

My emotions you
constantly disregard
is the intoxicating potion
that slows my heart.

Our cosmic stars clash
every time they pass by.
Unable to align,
They start a fire in the sky.

We breath its dust
into our lungs
and have no idea
what we become.