Second-Long Thought

I watched scarlet honey-drop fronds unfurl slowly,
its particles of time visible through lace sheaths.
I wanted to love you immensely; to trap you in my
sticky-sweet fingertips and suck the life right out
of you, sip-by-sip.
          (There wasn't much there.)

Instead, you sped up my pulse, with your
amphetamine rush of concocted chemicals;
stopped me mid-stride and stole my heart.
         (But grew thoughts like wildflower.)

Lacking all physicality of passion-painted particulars,
and chewing apart my newly manifested mind;
       -listening to the discord of a minor strum-
         (It's what I'm left with.)

Now, I'm tone deaf and praying to faulty gods for
swift, unruly departure from this unnatural,
superficial world, wrought full with censorship
       and no purpose of being.

And here I stand, blaming you, great blasphemer,
for stealing my soul, the seat of my being.
   A vacant lot, who has seen so much life given;
   who had so much life to give!
         But who would want to live with a black tar lot,
         a decrepit house of death, looming just outside?