Of Me
You did a good job
this time
there is no external evidence
never is
My insides, however
well, they wimper
a different story
I feel a hollowed cavern
gut and heart schrapnel
weighs heavy
in my chest
heaves
involuntarily
with after weep
varying levels
of stabbing ache
When I replay
your words
your actions
i wince
in disbelief
SO
just what is it you want from me
(other than)
to see me naked
(artfully of course)
from afar
so
then
what ?
sorry.
i need
real moments
in
real
time.
