Forcing apple sauce down by the spoonful
I listen to the lies of emotional hunger pangs
A cold taste mixed with leftover tears and faded anger
wrenches my gut, my heart
Tasteless mush, broken records
Just like your apologies
Into my ear, and left ringing throughout my hollow body
and diseased mind
Stony silence is all I can muster
You confuse me -
This isn't working, and I'm sorry.
But I refuse to be another lost object of interest,
another sweet, submissive thing hidden in the cupboard
left to grow musty in empty promises of
playing tomorrow,
just playing,
a toy.
I'm tired, you're busy,
You're tired, I'm out of patience
I'm anything at all and, you are quick to say sorry
And we do it all over again.
