I am a number
rentable flesh and bone.
Chew me up and spit me out
I am just a soul for loan
My hands will not blister
from any task you'll demand
I'll cower in your presence
Burn me with your brand.
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Woven in the matrix lacework of your words
the stark absence of love
Not just the word
I could live with that
But you (I guess we) are devoid of that affection
If only it were just a word
that needed to be written down
or occasionally whispered as we fall asleep

I am just no good at this
You know...
ending
this
You would have thought I would have mastered it
for all the times
all the times I've done it
BUT...
No
I am just no good at this
you had better go before I say something regrettable
Like it just was not meant to be
or
It was not you
but me.
I am just no good at this...