my lips, so thin,
neglected.
this love waits in vain,
prolonged, played out, in circles
waiting, composed and calm
i am so meek.
you forget i sit there
in the dark.
i stretch my wings timidly
and wrap them around myself.
i dream of escape
from your perfection-
it's my fault, it's me to blame,
this needs to stop,
i can end it myself,
without you.
maybe i can make you happy then-
gone, away, asleep.
it doesn't hurt, y'know
if you press
a little harder
a little more irrational
with my coffee, thank you.
i can't move, so passive
without you.
my heart, it cries.
"i can't do this," it shrieks.
"i hear he likes someone else."
"what a surprise!?!"
the visions i have,
they come
twitch. twitch.
should i tempt them
any longer
with the sweet aroma of death?
as for hell,
i think this is it.
pout.
why must my lips
be so thin, so neglected?