Did anyone else notice that?
Did anyone else notice it?
Did anyone else notice the fear in ITS eyes?
I’m not sure if IT’S sure if IT knows
whether or not IT feels like IT’S doing me a disservice
I wonder if the audience cares anymore
I wonder if they know which were the laughing moments
and which were the truths
It’s all in the subtlety of an eyelash
It’s all in the quick exhale and inhale of breath
It’s all in the way IT can’t hold my gaze for very long
Quicker to shed material, than to think of something different –
beyond ITS scope…
To think of potential, to dream of hope…
To misread my wide eyes for innocence
IT shows me how much IT hates me and loves me all at once.
IT lays ITS orifice on another
IT begs me to watch
to see how ugly and awful and thoughtless IT is…
to see how much a heart can break at ITS expense
to see how long I’ll stay, if I’ll stay…
It’s like a test I didn’t prepare for but should’ve known was coming.
IT shoos me away for that’s the only thing IT knows how to do
IT feels odd at the compassion IT was given, IT hadn’t seen that in awhile
IT remembers it as a strange sensation that made IT comfortable once
and IT even longed for IT sometimes, still
but year surpasses year and IT’S getting older
and more self-righteous and more set in ITS ways…
or at least that’s the excuse IT gives to ITSELF.
Love is a concept not accepted by IT anymore…
Passionless lust is all IT knows and can vouch for
and no doe-eyed depressive can change that.
The world is a stage
and not meant for the unglamorous weak
Any seasoned professional can tell you that.