bye

this will
probably be
the last time
you hear
from me

its not
dramatic

but

everything
I ever told
you was true

God knows
how much I
have bled for
these words

He knows
how much
vomit i have
spilled

he knows
my dialogues
with the dark

maybe you
just never
understood

i dont
blame you

i didnt even
need you to

besides

its better
you stay exactly
where you are

away from
me

im just a
wretch

a magpie

i write my
queer revelations
under lonesome
winter bridges

i watch clouds

i calculate time

i build bunkers

i expect bombs

just think
a kind of
drunk john
the baptist

madness in
blood inherited

a dancer in
the dark

a ranger of
the hellfire

wayward and
ready to be
washed in
holy fire

im just
a magpie

you
have seen me
perched on
your roof

my eyes
on your
soul

now just
stand back

and watch
me fly away