you’re losing me
you really are
you’re boring me
with your slowness
with an inability to move
and so an inability to love
an ambiguity uncalled for
i don’t know us
i don’t get it
and you won’t tell me
and i won’t ask you
and we won’t get anywhere
because we’re running in place
if they’re only words we’re sending out
through a flat surface
a facade of a connection
but it’s your illusion of choice
and i refuse to become a delusional voice
and be in the background of your life
because you wanted some distant sound to fill a void of your empty days and nights