Love like Vandalism

I’m nothing to you

You want space?
Of course, dearest. I’ll make room.

You say I’m naive?
You’re right, honey. I’ll do better.

You’re busy
Again?
That’s fine, baby.

I shoulder your
careless
wreckage

But I still stop to smell
The roses you forgot
To buy me

I blush
at the sweet words
I’ve never heard
You say

I write you
love letters, but
you litter them
in filthy alleyways

I know I’m
Overwhelming
It bothers you
Even if you don’t say it

I don’t want casual
You keep score?
I’ll deface
the scoreboard

Closed lips
Suit me well
Now you’ll sleep
easier

I laugh off the moments
when I can tell
You don’t actually care.

Sometimes I wonder
If you’d love me more
Without a pulse

You want space?
You won’t hear from me.

You say I’m naive?
I’ll never smile in front of you again

You’re nothing to me