Let this lie
Let it be dead
Let it fester and reside
You can have it
Hold in that breath
and destroy it
By swallowing it.
Make love to it.
Murder your inhibitions
With a stranger
Made of pathetic
and awkward things.
I’m so much nothing
I’ve become your anything.
Your acknowledgment
Of some perceptual pretty
Has been rebuked
By your actions
And sworn loyalties.
I will rely on my sickness to remind me that I was something precious to you.
