Not so finished...


Weary and worn,
A thin existence,
I tried to revive the days you seemed alive,
But your chest has been vacant since I was a child,
I couldn’t change your despondency.
Cool and uncaring,
You fail to surprise,
With your acrimonious lines,
A speech thick with denigration,
Is this the man that’s meant to shape me?
What could I learn, instruction in revile?
Ensphered by insular certitude…

We sat in the sunlight,
I leaned into you, your gaze drifted away,
Feeling fabricated,
your invested interest,
Oversaturated and heavy,
You placated me until I was willing,

I wish I believed,
A languish pursuit,
Ill at ease,
There will be no resolve in your absence,
Only a longing to move on,

You professed you have oceanic emotions,
Overcome by the rushing sensations,
Perspective comes at a cost.

My tepid attempts at affection,
I respond in haphazard hesitancy,
Still you took me,
You came on strong,
I became transfixed.
Surfeit swelling, weakened by the need,
Shedding patience, shedding armour.