A Wish

I decided to try to explain to Vanessa that my true desire was for her to go away...

Dark, a prison, safe and warm,
From which he came, his very form.
Back, to which, he would return,
In that endless dawn of yearn.

Much he takes, his grovels shrill.
Consumes but never gets his fill.
Once his hand will touch his lip,
And evermore oppose her grip.

When it breaks he falls so fast
Grasps at twigs that brush on past.
He didn't ask to learn to fly,
But learn he would or surely die.

Life, if fortune gives him lift,
Allows a little, seemly gift.
The promise that from once he came,
The likes of which he now could claim.

But the air beneath his wings,
Every breath and all that sings,
Drive him to that fateful place,
Which he once again must face.

Like the dreadful years of old,
Every action now is sold.
Once the tears returned a snack.
Now the price a broken back.

So his anger has no end.
Want to be his girlfriend?
Please accept what he must say,
Grant his wish and go away.