He won't look at me
when he's mad.
He makes me go home.
Like emotional distancing isn't enough.
Your eyes stay fixed
on whatever the ****.
I know you aren't
really looking at anything
so

Look
At
Me.

I love you.
I know you don't love me.
That's okay,
that's okay.

Maybe someday.

I love you, because I ******* love you.
I don't need it reciprocated...
Though,  it'd be ideal.
Just know no matter what
I'm here.

I'm the scapegoat
for sad people
pretending to be happy.
If they focus the attention onto me,
maybe for a minute,
they'll forget their sadness.
God forbid,
they'd feel anything at all.

Pink shadow
patted by fingertips
and light lip gloss
spread across my lips,
a lightened face to dismiss
my dimness.
War paint has evolved
into an approachable
weapon that slowly takes ahold.
Engulfed in subtleties,
you don't view as whole
and it's too late
once you're left hollow.

I am broken to me

not you.

You say the gold
in my seams
are my silver lining
and you are a carpenter
who is blue
sometimes, too.


But I am not a project
worth taking, because
my form
takes shapes
many hours of the day
and you'll break your hands
if you stay.

I am broken to me

not you.

Empathy,
it washes away as dusk fades.
Like a tidal wave,
only the moon has say.
You see my cards
all spread across
and yet expected
a different outcome.
My 'tricks' were known.

You're not my savior.
Predictive behavior,
foolish to think
anything more.

Loney people
are the best
Company.

I always
fall in love
with people
I don't want to
love.