In the corner of my mind
You have your eye elsewhere-

Even though I may be the dark
to me, you are something light
The one who's face
Makes me excited to turn corners
That is what I think of you

A pause of breath
would make me question
your honesty-

With each word spoken
your tree of clandestine nights
Seems to take it's shape
A lot more beautiful than mine
It makes me angry, jealous
But I grow a little fonder
With each new stroke of colour
On it's shining leaves

You are like a power drill to me
Always changing your drill bit head
To slowly remove every part of me-

You are something else too
As queer as a clockwork orange
Nothing I do will make you change
You can do that for yourself
You're not a robot
Just a collection of fleshy wires

and a circuit board where your heart should be

Your screws will come loose too
One day-

With a pitter patter to the floor
You'll feel yourself tremble
And before you know it
You'll be gone
Battery run dead
Drill bits turned blunt
Perhaps as cold and idle as me