Slipping away
Or never really mine in the first place.
I can make plans.
I could.

Look at this!
Watch me flail for attention
With the grace of a beached whale!

More free time,
But it'll cost me.
And I've got no limbs left to spare.

My innards become outtards
As you twist my flesh between greedy fingers.
I'm a distraction.

I'm always here
When your plans fall through.
Our plans always fall through
When you come across something better.

I know we can mesh,
But at the moment all I feel is distress.
I want my boyfriend.
I miss the infinite bliss.