Ever change?
I need a connection,
That was true. But,
Something in your inflection
Hints at misdirection,
Reeks of lies.
You don't want me, psychically
It's no longer frustration,
But more so consternation, over
What I feel I must do
With no choice
Mute, but you hate my tongue
And cringe every time you hear my voice.
Displacement, over all
You can place it on me
And if I leave,
Like you are absent,
Will you be like me?
Left, wanting.
No