The passion of our lust has left me wounded
your ambivalence, your ignorance to your lacking care
is burning a hole into my side

Like a burning piece of paper, I wither and flake away
as the embers move through my body
the unknown
the stillness of your actions
the quietness of your words leaves me bitter

I bite my tongue and spit on your name
seething with unknown emotions my subconscious tries
to scream it's
wanting, but hating I curse you

While you confide in another, your harem grows
while my contempt expands

used, useless, unless, undress I say
be gone from my life my dear
before I burn away