A stare blanker then safety fire
That’s the aesthetic as I’m hit with the feeling again
AS you glance at the floor mid waltz
I dunno where you went, but I hope it was better then here
I’m your precious little life support
As you browse the isles for methods to get out
A recent decline you’d assume
But I’m cynical enough to suggest my MO was transplant duty
Our intimacy is sub zero
Our chemistry as acid and alkaline collide
My ears can’t ignore the boredom in your voice
Our affection, brotherly
Our conversations, small talk
My heart can’t deny your indifference
I don’t think anything will modify at this rate
I can’t believe you can’t pick up on the stillness
No matter how much feeling I inject
Your expression stays the same
Like cordyceps growing from a corpse
You can hardly call this living, call this love
I’m happy I was service to your life
But my power is pouring from the cracks
I’m sure you can see the damage that’s done to me
But the method to protecting this shell is simple
Just
Stop
Caring
A million faces are smiling back on me
How moronic to just focus on one
Lnc0
Domestic Poetry 