sludge

feelings are like nuclear waste.
there was a reaction that created them
and they glowed
colors unseen, unknown, eye candy.
But then the decay begins.
Bit by bit, the glow fades as the
feelings turn into a
grey, lifeless, dangerous
mass.
Causing irreperable damage
at some cellular level in my brain
circuitry.
When I think of you, I think joy, then pain.
When I think of you, I think joy, then pain.
When I think of you.
Nuclear waste does not go away by will.
It goes away through time,
as it decays into something else,
or dissipates into nothingness.
And so with you, and so with my feelings.