The stare of your words
and the conviction in your eyes.
The tone in your voice reminds
my ears of the sound of a velcro
wallet being opened with a tear
in a silent room
with twenty unsuspecting people
turning their heads abruptly to
give me a scornful face
and a callous brow.

These discussions of the past and
admissions of our future.
The expectations of our present and
the pitfalls of my personality
that has shaped me into
a creature that has no soul
but you still love.
But I wonder now if said love
was love at all?
With your chin near your shoulder
as I explain and explain.
Your ear faces me but you choose
to only hear
and never listen.

A concept that all is wrong
with assumptions that it will
be made right with time.
But with your pessimistic mind
and a desperately romantic heart
my love will never turn
so my love, I,
will never return