The Unworshipping

Wish I could cut you off like my own tangled hair,

Wash you out of my blood with one bright flare.

But even the color yellow reminds me of you

As I search the streets for someone new.

My lucky star has long given up on my heart.

You could burst it open with one well-aimed dart.

And I still think your touch was that much different –

Yet all it did was make me weaker and sicker.

I’m not a sticker that would hold as you please,

You owe it to me – let my pride die in peace.

But your head has long branded me as worthless

So I pray to the gods

That I never worshiped.