Avolition - Immortal Bird

Infatuated with not being alone

Blinded by gratitude

Stumble onto your pedestal

Who could be well enough

To withstand your level of indifference

Joy curdles

Stale impostor

Sharpen them

Into subtle barbs

Puncture the skin

Our fragile happiness

Ripped by—an accidental brush

Sting me into silence

I need this to end

At any cost

I was promised

A better hand

Drink from me

Why pull away

I can’t escape your acrid mouth

And gnawing doubt

I have no time

To make it right

Clumsy ill-timed affection

Loaded with expectation

I will not be

Your great mistake

You are not mine

But then I went numb

I never miss your voice

It pulls my hair

With sticky fingers and angry whispers

Fighting nausea

Leaden moments

Aching

Wilting

Alternating

Between hurt and

Nothing

Nothing!

There was a time

That I believed

Every word

You spit my way

Now they land

Shy of my feet

This won’t hurt long

Superficial bonds

Tested by little

Wounded by all

You don’t know what this means

You will assume

I let you go

But I jumped

Right after you fell