been wrecklessly abandoned to rust on the side of life’s highway

not allowed to solo ride the high occupany lane, taken to bringing a mannequin with me

put under house arrest, a fate worse because at least with the dummy my mannequin is not left alone

the castle i occupy, carefully sculpted from my body, fully furnished and coated in dusty recollections and failed organic disillusion

built a throne for a queen out of my yellowed bones, polished and cushioned with my lungs so everytime she seats herself before me she takes my breath away

but now there is a physical tell, she took my breath away anyhow but i feel she wouldn’t believe me if i told her

my vocal chords attached to a harp so when she strums the strings she hears sweet nothings

how do i explain my love for her when she barely even knows my name, when i am voiceless and so far for place of worship at her feet

another idiotic piece of prose to share the final remnants of my heart for her to consume as an appetizer

i wish i could make her see, but if she saw me as i see me she would never want to see me at all

it all feels so far from fruition

hopeless romantic who has hopelessly fallen again