I’m nothing to you
You want space?
Of course, dearest. I’ll make room.
You say I’m naive?
You’re right, honey. I’ll do better.
You’re busy
Again?
That’s fine, baby.
I shoulder your
careless
wreckage
But I still stop to smell
The roses you forgot
To buy me
I blush
at the sweet words
I’ve never heard
You say
I write you
love letters, but
you litter them
in filthy alleyways
I know I’m
Overwhelming
It bothers you
Even if you don’t say it
I don’t want casual
You keep score?
I’ll deface
the scoreboard
Closed lips
Suit me well
Now you’ll sleep
easier
I laugh off the moments
when I can tell
You don’t actually care.
Sometimes I wonder
If you’d love me more
Without a pulse
You want space?
You won’t hear from me.
You say I’m naive?
I’ll never smile in front of you again
You’re nothing to me