Matter cannot be created or destroyed/

How much you matter to me cannot be destroyed,
and for me to matter cannot be created.
I dont matter to you,
so dont pretend that i do.

It is ridiculous to expect anything in return for relentlessly being there when someone has no one else to help them to become whole again.
I did it purely out of love.
Still, i lie here hollowed out by expectations,
alone,
reaching for company that has long forgotten.

my home before i knew what home was
i miss you more everyday

I am your spectacle.
You gather, an audience amongst you,
ready for this weeks show.

Your words are sharp,
as you mock my fears to entertain the masses.

I am a fool,
for both showing up as well as "preforming"
a sold out show.

Paint me out to be a monster,
for the audience has never had the pleasure to think anything else.
Ensure your holy actions are spoken for,
as i spend another night sleeping among promises that were as transparent as your gracious invitation.

Get a move on,
times a tickin.

No room for pauperism,
thoughts much more valuable than
minuscule discomforts.

My hands are full darlin,
much to do,
a quarrel with ya don't compare to potential melodies unsung.

So get a move on and pull yourself together,
trail behind and we’ll sail to spite the weather.