Heartless

He wants my heart.
5 miles to empty.
Ice cold blood has frozen it.
What remains,
Has to be retrained,
For so long,
It's been the brain;
Dictating, hating, stating,
the moves.
My heart has given up,
Given out.

He wants my heart.
Fraught with confusion,
Delusion, Seclusion.

He wants my heart.
Uncharacteristically,
My heart has become,
Anti-social,
Asexual,
Absent.

Wrapped in the music,
The bass,
The pitch,
Melodramatic tones,
My heart thrown,
In a bag,
Hidden.
A body without a soul,
Is dead.

He wants my soul.

Seeking Spirit

The "ships",
Abundantly clear it is,
Our friendship,
Non existent in your mind.
Abundantly clear it is,
Our relationship,
Non existent in mine.
When did it become ok,
To skip from friends to benefits.
I seek a sync.
A spirit ship.
Relationships are filled with,
Dualities,
False realities.
I’ll never get.
Ike tendencies,
Not for me.
Altar seekers,
Killing me.
Your timeline,
Merge with mine.
Erase.
I accept,
Your disposition.
As you must respect,
This inquisition.
It’s true,
You in bloom,
Me,
Anti-swoon.
You stand by the altar,
I stand by the bar.
Missed my connection.
Lost in conception,
Expeditiously advanced.
Precociously,
Immature.
Feelings abort.
Your existence.
Replaced.
New time,
And space.
Moved on.
Moved out.
Exit stage,
last scene.
Dusk.