Sadly Me

So while I’m floating, sadly doting,
Lonely noting,
Hoping, quoting on your meaningless words;
Nightly sitting,
Knitting tightly,
Oh so lightly on absolutely nothing;
It’s safe to say, in every way,
Every day I stay
You suck me dry
Of every tie
That keeps me down to earth.

And never have I ever heard of such expensive emptiness.
But I guess, we just met under extremely beautiful circumstances.

And of course, the chances are
That you’ve done this once before.
But I can’t vibe,
How deep inside
You can sleep and hide
with knowing How slowly
you tore me and my heart apart.

And yet, I’m sitting here still waiting;
Not resisting
your flagrant kissing,
Completely missing
The complete
neat, sweet killing of my faith.

What’s sad to see?
You feeding me,
And Death I’ll eat,
Smiling gladly and
Thanking you for …murder.
Lover’s throws, everyone knows,
How they hurt much, much worse.

But I suppose,
It plainly shows,
My dimwit features
When chasing cheaters
And liars and murderers like you.

And in the end,
When you are spent
and tired of dwindling my health.

Its sad but true,
But I still do,
Look towards you
For bloody, saving, help.