You aren\'t made of ether,
just cruel, callous & concrete flesh.
Such bitter bravado in your brutal bluntness.
Sometimes I get so tired of the truth
but I didn\'t tire of you.
Pressing every inch of myself against every inch of you;
still can\'t get in.
So act cold down doomed, distant depths,
a solid semblance of stoicism
like love is long lost to just you.
You could have initiated an illusion
& I would have given that love to you.