Pale eyes  
shrill soul, 
prancing from one to the other  
residing in everyone  
except me. 

Monumental figure  
vulgar shoulders  
insists he cherishes me,  
so I unfold in him, 
only him. 

We fall in love  
like any two souls  
or I think we fall in love. 
I’m not sure anymore.

Moulds me into perfection 
strains me into figment.

Gags me when he’s bored,  
enjoys me when he’s alone.

When we’re alone.

I sparkle for him 
chirp and howl for him  
please him in any way possible  
too addicted to quit him  
who am I without him? 

Soon, he drops my name   
classifies me other 
I abandon my name;
at least he’s having fun 
I guess.

When I tell him my nights are duller  
he suggests a candle 
when I tell him my scratches are sharper, 
he suggests a lantern.

finally,

When I tell him my days are numbered,  
he stops counting.

I'm sorry

I promise to improve  
to hide better  
to weep quieter  
to die faster. 

and the “relationship” evolves 
he nibbles two other girlfriends and me on the side 

He sips me slowly  
until I'm hallowed  
vacant

I leave,  eventually

I’m a misery  
a fallacy  
a travesty 

Too hard to love. 

he leaves, eventually

sneaks a part of me with him  
never felt whole since,

Hey ____, it’s true
I know I’m hard to love, too.