Prompt: Write a damaged poem.
It was in the middle of the day.On your east, where I played sun to you.
You were cloudy and rainy
when I rose up---
Bright like that,
Yellow like that,
Splendid like that.
Using wholly the same energy that
I once traded my sweetness for---
in return for your bleeding blue, broken heart
Now, you can say that I’m ray less selfish.