I am the hunted. The most pursued.
In your wedding pyre, the burning of
My camera will capture your love
As it grows.
No one wants my time. No one cares if I’ve died.
On my balcony I cry, when she made me crack
No working number.
No reaching out to me.
No sudden realization.
No missing of me.
I am the haunted. The most bruised
As she creeps my dreams. She leaves
Me lonely—than I close my eyes—try
Not to bleed. Hold my breath when I sleep.
Close my eyes to see. She can’t know it’s me.
All alone in that room. For so long, it’s like
I’m just another chair someone uses to rest their feet
Or catch some sleep. I write everything from that room
But I never leave. I just dot my lies.
Cross out my dreams.