you made me feel like i asked the sky to be anything but blue

as if i expected water to not fit the shape of the glass.

you acted like i put my hand up towards the sun to block its rays and said “we don’t need you.” 

as if i asked wind to reveal itself

and rain to be dry

and dirt to be clean

and thunder be shy.

it was a simple ask.

but don’t you worry; i won’t ask you for anything ever again.