what of the other side?
tell me about destruction.
that's where I'm living,
work with me to tear everything
down
I'm tired of the building.

if I'm to be a tourist
surrounded by these raw monuments
that you can point to
to prove my deficiency,
I want to stand in my rubble
on tiny individual fragments
of a whole
no longer viable

and feel satisfied
that I'm done trying
to mould
my feelings
into an expression
beautiful enough
for you to take notice.