Poetry With Me

I lay here in darkness surrounded by the silence of you
At the edge of my fingers but just out of view
I wrapped myself around you and yet you push me away
You hold me only when you want to 
I could never convince you to stay
But here I am anyway
Waiting for an ounce of love 
That you’ll never procure
Leaving me alone, sad, and demure
I hold the last tidbits of my heart in my hands 
You take it gladly just to drop the pieces again
Is there no heart beating in your chest 
Nothing that forces you to hold on to regret
Are you so cold and unrelating that the chaos you cause makes you feel satiated?
Do you hold me to such little regard
That you feel it is ok to sit and play with my heart?
‘I love you’ 
rolls off of your tongue 
As if you aren’t committing anything to anyone
And still I lie here awake
Waiting for someday when my love will not just be here for you to take.

-gv rioz