take your blood-stained gloves
and leave them on the bed,
my darling from the sun,
we won’t need them anymore.
we both know you’ll leave with
every rise to take your place
amongst the undeserving puffs
that bring despair to the land.
i can’t ever decide if i should
be grateful for you being taken
or left scorned since you’ll
never be truly mine nor i yours.