Another cold rejection
those monsters inside you demand to be fed.
another round of waiting
your loneliness refuses to ccome
peace wont drag it in either.
theres a coffee on The table
there used to be two
your un welcomeness
permeates.
i look at my screen
and try to find the compassion you lack
to fill our home with love
only to find it dying in me
pushed out bythe need to be strong
i wasn't made for hhardness
but it seems I have been fashioned into a rock
by your un wittingly cruel ways.