destroyer

christmas came
and
i tried to find you in my eyes
in the reflection
of shiny bows and ribbons
wrapping up gifts
that were not from you.

then i looked up into the sky
and three linear stars
reminded me of you
and i broke down
and cried
because its not the same
when you don’t call.

if you could destroy
that constellation
the way i destroyed you
the way i destroy myself..
that’s what i want for christmas.

its silly to think
a grouping of stars
can belong to you and me
but it does; like,
some hunter
killed us both.

• Category: Poetry