Sucker for a sunset

Arrrggghhhhhhhhhhhh

Fuck you 

for piercing me with your eucalyptus-tinted point of view

Fuck you 

and your sapience

and the light it shone

guiding my spirit on its way

Fuck you 

and the explosive profundity of your very existence

Fuck you 

for unleashing my love;

holding space;

to practice courage and

reveal the colour of trust;

Fuck you for being the reason to believe in the stuff of gods

Oh how I want to tell that fairytale meet-cute to fuck off

into the deepest, depths of winter 

where it all began.

But…

Were it not for February snow 

and castles in the dark,

How could I haven known the infinity of the sun?

Or the capriciousness of summer romance?

Without the confluence of two stray hearts

I may not have seen nor nursed my darkest parts.

Feels a little like heading east to chase a sunset

Even so, gratitude perseveres

In the tune of Swan’s song I sing Fuck you 

and thank you with salt in my eyes.

Now excuse, but which way’s West?