I am an architect of difference, you are just a hole
Oh how I love to hear you beckon and stripped to the bone
But when I come around I come inside and just leave
Because if I had a heart I wouldn’t wear it on my fucking sleeve…
am i not allowed to feel
such vicious serendipity
should i stick to chasms
of my own propinquity?
why does it amuse you so
when i show distal symptoms
of my emotional capability
you consider it but an insanity
is it because this sickness
of the apathetic muse is carved
in your dense brainwaves
and my oracular soul i starved?
if your perception is blurred
i’ll spell out clearly the words
love, for me, is not uncharted
and within it i’m not departed
if you still refuse to acknowledge
such distinguished fact of the lies
alas, my stone heart cracks to you
am i just not human in your eyes?