What eyes do you look at me with?
I could never tell because your vision is always turned away from me
Even when you're staring directly, your eyes are never focused
As if your eyes—your heart—is affixed to something else
If I weren't here, surely you'd feel more lonely
But would it be more lonesome to your heart or your eyes?
Do I mean something to you, or am I just something to look at?
Something to appease your boredom and apathy?
Something to have so you won't be left with nothing?

Is there something behind me?
I'd love to look, to find out what captivates you
But these stakes impaling my legs to the chair are too weighted for me to pull
For now I'll just remain and stare
Gaze at you and lose my mind in the dense atmosphere
I wish we could be lost here forever
Wouldn't eternal nothingness be something nice?
I always thought it would be, at least with you
But you were never looking at me in the first place