Stagnant in feels therefore morning seems cruel
Nightmare concerns of wanting commitment
Commitments from uninterested choices
Crying out of focus.
Yeah I’ll be the needy one for a few moments
Hugs to diminish my lukewarm attempts in living
Laying in bed hiding tears
We’re stuck no I’m stuck in very bad places
Mental death cages.
Stagnant actions basted in succulent words
Longing for someone to want to stay
Playing house is fun until it’s time to tidy up
And while lines stay busy I must continue in silence.