Subcyst

I couldn’t leave
I guess it’s the lack
Of feeling
Makes me wise
If it were my purpose
You’d be reviled
I sit at your feet
Chin on the ground
Defiled by fear
I return to you
What you cannot give
Your senses
Mine are clearer
I see you
In my
Bedroom mirror
Wiping your tears
They stop you giving to me
Finally I give in
I want you
Life calls so much nearer
I want you
Can I make this any clearer
I want you
You don’t deliver
I want you
But I’m leaving

© 2005, Mosquitobyte