I'm tired of your nothingness stares,
You prolific work of art.
Did you know that my heart
Forever belongs to you?
Even though you've scratched the paint
Of our relationship?
My respect for you was thrown out,
Like a diseased rag,
But you redeemed yourself again,
Just like always,
And now my respect for you has grown to a fondness.
Your bounty for taking my feelings
Is that you must honor me by paying me knowledge
That you know I'm here.
I'm tired of sitting in the corner of this
Dank room
Waiting for someone to grasp my hand and
Pull me into the real world.