Is she lonely too?
Or is my callousness too broken
She never brought me through love
and all of this. Rhyming in dark sunlight
beside her eyes
I try to refrain when the door unlocks my room
but incredulous keys
reaches through and leaves me again.
All I want is to leave.
Acting has its own appeal
and it rings off the tounge like time on the moon.
I don’t mind, your
and torrential hate.
Rain on my day when friendly fades.