Not Here Or There Or Anyway
Feeling so cold and empty inside. Scared of everything.
I have a bad feeling riding my heart, like it’s riding a horse across an barren wasteland. I feel love and frustration knotting about my throat. I’m not sure where to go, from here.
She calls out for me, like she’s having trouble sleeping. I hear a moan, and my body twitches. I start to fear, to doubt, to pull away.
I’m retreating into my robot-heart, I’m pulling back into the scar tissue left around the empty spot inside of myself where love should be.
I smile all pretty, and wait for her to get bored, so I can leave this life, and start something fresh and false once again.