Undoing

seperation anxiety.
it's both an open compound,
and 2 seperate words.
I think I might die from it.
soon.
i didn't think i'd ever encounter it.
i didn't think i'd be seperated.
it feels like the ties i've torn
are undarnable, irrepairable, irretrievable, irrevocable.
all in the negative.
all beyond help.

Shackled

You suppress me.
I try and find a way out,
but you suppress me.
In a way
that I find myself unable
to distinguish a tie of slavery
and a tie of love.
I must say,
being shackled like this
is repulsive.
For all the good
this is doing to me
you may as well
throw a few wads of cash.
That way
imprisonment
will replace itself
with a cloying freedom.

Pointlessness

How do I tell you,
if your silliness annoys me?
Should I stand, taking that confrontational stance,
and tell you off, in my best stern voice?

I keep asking questions,
about everything I want answers to,
I refuse to implicitly understand.

The last time I tried talking,
you dozed off,
and I was left with gentle snoring
under my ear.
I wonder why now,
with time having trudged along my face so tellingly,
do I try to talk in our nakedness.

Silences leave such telling reminders of reality