Distraction corrupts you.
As you lack interest.
I am just, noise.
Your ears are cushioned; absorbing a buzz.

Just listen to me, respect me.
Mocking me as I try to be civil.
You belittle me.
And the buzzing stops.

Your head finally turns.
You slapped the fly,
and its juices neatly seat the bench,
and you stare, and you don't care.

I slump, melting.
Clenching my jaw.
You pluck my wings,
and I let you.

My dignity stripped.
Your ego; unrestrained, unrestricted.
I just watch,
as my eyes blurt a river.

Legs around your waist,
Your face against my face
Isn’t it great to feel loved again?

To be killed for and died for
And everheld and cherished
And life to feel as dreamy as death again.

Isn’t it great to outwait the doubts
And second-thoughts.
On and on, til too far-gone to realise when

I went too far.
And that’s none of your concern
It never was,
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel better
when I was a little less different.
Do you feel safe at all when I’m not there?
—
Alone again and -worse, still-
Without you.
As I sat down outside,
Between two worlds
Waiting desperately to be home again;
Two separate people spat at me from moving cars
And I only laughed because they missed.

You had obsession with cats
You found cats cute
You remembered three cats from your childhood
They started visiting me in my dreams
A big cat visited me in my dreams when I started falling for you
And ten cats  visited me yesterday when I  started falling out of love with you
Yo mucho en amo contigo

and neither the moon nor sun
can comfort me;
one heard my stories about you,
and the other my prayers for you.
The rain could not escape my memory
that you liked the monsoon,
The winds only held gently the expectation
of ruffling your soft hair.
The stream mimicked your laughter
which was etched deeply in my heart.
The sand under my feet told me when it met you
and the salt in the ocean whispered to me that
you threw your wishes as promises,
but wouldn't tell me what those were;
something about secrecy.
The air during my late night walks
reminded me that you walked these paths,
The flowers gushed about your voice,
the trees your jokes;
and then everything
crumbled.
as my mind had to remind me that you died,
and your image I had to forget for my sake.
snatched away so quickly,
I hate that, I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.