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Forming words, you do not listen.

Giving love, but you cannot feel.

Steel yourself– I have my doubts.

I’m not too sure your real.

I’m not that certain that you’re even here.

(Does he hear this?)

No, you wouldn’t, because I’ve ceased speaking.

My pride is ignored, yet it is seeking.

Answers, maybe, but more of a reason.

(Surely, he cannot be teasing.)

Affection.

Rejection.

I take it all with this pretension.

I hold it in now with only slight interjection.

(We scream, our intervention.)

This invention you’ve created is bordering sick,

but it’s better than being kicked to the curb.

(Is it a trick?)

Why, I don’t know, but you seem resigned

when I plead for the simple pleasure of your company.

Yet you have no argument or protest

to the pleasure of you on top of me.

It’s alright though, I’ll be fine.

Smile, shut up, and I can have you as mine.

Cry myself to sleep every night, every time.

Faithfully.

Obediently.

And though you won’t listen, I’ll keep mindless chatter.

Though you won’t feel, I’ll love you, no matter.

I’ll smile, be quiet, and sink.

(Deeper.)

Follow the orders you’ve set.

(My keeper.)

“Anything for you,” and I’ve always said it.

Now, by the horrible silence, you should know that I meant it.