Everything you seek is within me,
casual could turn into the usual.
Between us, the connection had to do with where
we were and what we needed from each other.
But, all the words spoken over hearts broken
and the insecurities of your ways are waving shiny red flags at me.
My eyes are accustomed to viewing the color as hazardous
so I find myself knowing that I should be putting distance between us
closer toward you,
closer toward you.
You don’t seem to get it, you don’t.
Instead you complain about feeling hopeless and worthless,
as you take my hope and my worth and tuck it deeper inside of your back pocket.
You wash your clothes in my tears and hang them out to dry by the neighbor’s house.
You knot together loose white socks, one by one, making a noose for me to hang myself.
You want the illusion of woman.
You want the things that come in dreams,
you want everything it seems but me
and I only have myself to give.