Poem of the Week: When Relationships Suck Because You Can't Own Another Person's Pain

I am a weather vane
Inconstant
Moving with your wind
In storms I am merely
The evidence of ur ever-
Changing black skies you
Reign heavy on my tin skin
Your anguish I cannot
Soak in I am dependent
On your light for the calm
When I can just be
just Still love
Until the moon pulls you
The pollution corrodes
You
And I
Spin again.
My breath hurts
Every inhale an anticipation
Of the direction your
Current will force me
Today I ache for you to see
How exhausting this Dance
in your raindrops Is
where I am merely a
Fixed spot hovering between
Ground and you
No rest and You
Hovering
above your Warmth
just out of reach
Those clouds that neither
you Nor I control
Smother
And I long to be Desert again
An impartial catalyst
Of your heat
Where the sage brush burns
And the water runs off.