Coming in waves of twos,
Still I never manage to win,
It’s the wayward ones that find me,
I’m sleeping with a satisfied smile,
But it always fades too soon,

I do this to myself,
Becoming inured to,
This sort of assiduous self-torture,
Every admonition is ignored,
While I’m aware you’re whoring yourself out,
I long to be the solitary,
I feel like a waste,
Filling my head with obstinacy,
And your ascetic prophesy,
I was certain of your quiet covet,
But I am the one you return to,
After all the damage has transpired.
Use me when you’re low,
Just to get back on your feet,
Leave me, until there is no one else.

Beneficial mendacity sustains my resilience,
and my will to adore you still.

Those spiteful words,
They keep jumping around in my head,
I hate what you have instilled in me,
Destroyed my self worth,
Held my head high with knowing,
What I may have meant,
But you broke that vision,
Of all the grand things I could be,
I can’t be sure, you refuse to clarify,
Only set to mystify,
I never get a glimpse to go on,
All those hints you hide in your sarcastic strides,
Why is it so impossible for you to open up,
When you know I’ve never been anything but here for you,
And near for you,
To steer you away from the dark that steals you,
I give every ounce of strength to try and heal you,
But I’m never thanked.
I must dissuade myself from feelings I believed I held for you,
Chock it up to fabrication,
I lay all the blame on you.

My fragmented mind,
A calming obsolesce,
Your presence, once dispersive, I have outgrown
I am renascent without the love of another,
A perfectly timed chasm

Your excuses are so docile and effortless,
All your stories have no ends,
I can’t agree you’ve outsmarted me,
I’ve finally learned not to let you,
I wasn’t dumb, just full of compassion,

It’s hard to detach myself from you,
You’ve been an underlying force in my life,
But this is history now, let’s leave the dust in the pages,
The benevolence, I dropped my own engagements to provide for you,

the adulation I spit to please you,
your unrequited appreciation shamed my benign,
after allowing your hands to reconstruct me,
I felt like a prisoner in the war to amplify you,
Am I the artist to this disaster?

The more I cling to what we have left,
The more eager you are to run,

My body’s ambulant,
But my heart’s held by inertia,
While your eyes were occupied I found a wall to fit between us.