High Above Me

[Wildcard]

I like the format of this poem, which some might call it prose. It reads like a short story, which can draw those readers who [ think ] they don't like poetry.
At first read, I thought it was about somebody who has been hurt over and over again by the one whom he loved, and then hurt turned to anger and hate and they wanted so bad to dread that person's return, if only given a chance to.
But on second read, I saw the light!

I once knew a poet who wrote all his poems in this format, and I rather liked them.
And cliches, every once in a while, don't bother me none.

Nicely done!

Thank you so much for the kind words. This is kind of an experiment for me.

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Okay I did a little editing and added some more Thanks for all the advice folks. If something is still in the poem that you advised against leaving in then be vocal in this new context as I want honest opinions.

And this is Misc. so discussion is cool.

Glimmer, why don't you? Shine all over me and make me feel worthless- I don't care. I'll just creep back into the shade and let it infuriate me. Panning left and right all day is so boring anyway.

"Who died and made you God?"

Smirk, how 'bout it? Just keep looking pompous and wonderful as I pale into nothing. I'll just hurt myself more until you hurt me less. We are not friends, you know.

Dance on the water! Live like an emblem- a sore-headed sign- and watch me all day while you're grinning eagerly. It doesn't matter to me; you are not my problem.

Sink. Dip yourself in the coolness and forget me for a night. At least give me a chance to dread your return.

There is a hole in me that your light finds and fills. I'd rather put you out than feel that burning.