Picture yourself:
confident threads,
in a mix fabric shirt.
You're in a relationship,
and it's full of love.
Till one day,
it's skewed.
The love is there by title,
but the actions have fled.
Hands cupping a Samsung,
rather than your hand.
Their mind fixed to any and everything,
but a conversation with you.
Spend the whole day together,
with but a few, short replies.
Keep telling yourself,
it will improve.
In the blue light haze,
sitting right next to the love of your life,
feeling lonelier than ever.
Unable to express it,
for fear of retaliation.
So you sit there,
noting the confidence count
on the clothes you're wearing
isn't high enough for this.
So you stay silent,
wondering what's so captivating,
in the blue light.

An imaginary friend
A deserter who leaves your mind
Veiled under a shroud of deception
A cunning persuasive demeanor
Who offers you tangible elusions
Of unattainable assets
A degradation of humanity
Spitting out profanity as if desired
Relentless in its persuet to addict
Subtly tightening the noose around its victims neck
Leaving hollowed eyes behind who unwittingly
Follow on until completely blind

philosopher
poet  necromancer
I be

always something
on my mind
rest

is something I get
passing out
the best of me

is left in my dreams

I want my love for myself
To overflow
And I want my overflow of love
To seep over onto you
But for now
My cup is empty
And maybe you can sense
That I have nothing to offer you

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