Prideless And Prejudiced

Lying here, broken useless,

In this pile of notes and bruises,

Fighting off this sinking feeling,

That you are not the one.

Bite my nails, and pull my hair out,

Can't stand not talking, you only shout,

And the feeling I foster, now is stealing,

A hope the deed is done.

The eyes flitter and they flutter,

As they roll back into my head.

Words spitter and they sputter,

In their desire to be said.

The impression, I imagine,

Was that of feelings dead.

I can't hear you, though I fear you

Are speaking straight to me.

I follow close and follow through,

And keep close watch on all you do.

Though the sight may send me reeling,

You seem to have great fun.

Choking doubt, and barely breathing,

These bloodless wounds are cold, yet seething.

I hardly bow, for all the kneeling,

Eyes tilted toward the sun.

And I can't hear you, though I fear you

Are speaking straight to me.