And

And I am tired, you disappoint me, tirelessly

Aching, like the ungreased nuts and bolts and gears

Of an old machine, creaking and waning

Like the heart you so desire

As you say so

i am tired of

your accusatory stupor

And I’m tired of your belligerent sobriety

When you flail your arms

And your face begins to droop

so whatever do i do,

to please your unpleasable fiend

So stay away from me,

Your touch remains toxic

but all I want to be, is the care

of which you have forgotten

And all I wish

Is for you to exist

And you cannot whisper the things

That the elegant gale of the night does

When I am laying volatile

And disheartened

for the first time

i am sorry

And?