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