The King Of Nothing
Summary: this is basically a personification of my love life.
Notes: This is rough, it changed points of views, but I like it, and someday, will turn it into an epic poem, along with all my other X: Water Sign poems.
He is the king of nothing and I am his only follower.
One day, the king of nothing said he was leaving.
Because when you are the king of nothing, you preside over nothing, and you live nowhere.
To the edge of the world on a beach with coves is where he chose and to the edge of the world I followed him.
And even to his most loving and ardent follower did he shut himself out to.
She wandered the shores day after day, haunting dawn, breaking dusk, sunrises and sunsets, tides come and go.
By the moonlight she washed her hair.
Few nights he would emerge and watch her, squat where the water grabs one more inch at the sand, smoke, and watch her bathe, wishing he could love her again.
She was his almost-but-not-quite-enough-to-make-him-feel. And soon, even she couldn't touch him like before.
I never forgot his touch, I never forgot how he made me feel.
I lived in his world because the real one didn't fit me.
Even if I waited in storms outside of his cave for days, I desired his wold much more.
I walked the shores of endless beaches, lost and lonely, contemplating my own life until everything in and on me grew.
And the king one day, by the pale moonlight while she bathed
Took her face in his hands and said
"I hope you find yourself soon."
And she did
But she never stopped loving the king of nothing.
Notes: This is rough, it changed points of views, but I like it, and someday, will turn it into an epic poem, along with all my other X: Water Sign poems.
He is the king of nothing and I am his only follower.
One day, the king of nothing said he was leaving.
Because when you are the king of nothing, you preside over nothing, and you live nowhere.
To the edge of the world on a beach with coves is where he chose and to the edge of the world I followed him.
And even to his most loving and ardent follower did he shut himself out to.
She wandered the shores day after day, haunting dawn, breaking dusk, sunrises and sunsets, tides come and go.
By the moonlight she washed her hair.
Few nights he would emerge and watch her, squat where the water grabs one more inch at the sand, smoke, and watch her bathe, wishing he could love her again.
She was his almost-but-not-quite-enough-to-make-him-feel. And soon, even she couldn't touch him like before.
I never forgot his touch, I never forgot how he made me feel.
I lived in his world because the real one didn't fit me.
Even if I waited in storms outside of his cave for days, I desired his wold much more.
I walked the shores of endless beaches, lost and lonely, contemplating my own life until everything in and on me grew.
And the king one day, by the pale moonlight while she bathed
Took her face in his hands and said
"I hope you find yourself soon."
And she did
But she never stopped loving the king of nothing.