Allergic to love
So
Immune to distaste
A
Swinging pendulum (I am)
Dropping
From one extreme
Catering
To the other
Reluctantly
I sway to your mood swings




Quivering

Holding you (here) in one place



But alas, I fall with the weight
Sprawled
In free flight, yet attached all the same
Limbless
You’ve broken the arms that once held you

And I fall
Opened
Upon a carpet of outstretched ribs
Caged
For my pleasure and safety
Aligned
With space enough, just to lock in place with my wounds
Sliding
Close to my heart, my whispers become faint rasps
Singing
From my hollow neck and rolling down with my tears
Once
I held you atop the tips of my fingers
Balancing
On the balls of my feet to keep you high and mighty
High
Higher than you deserved, my doll of society
Justice
Never served to fail you, but all the same

Failed to serve you.

I fall.
Victim
To your persuasions
All so overwhelming
I fall
Beneath your toxic tongues and lies
I fall
In pity

I fall
To you, my widower
Lifeless within this clock, our lost time
Where I merely sway with the wind
And leave in the still, shivering
Widow to you
Shame
(of)
MINE....