Parasite
I have been silent,
And I keep to my own.
I sit on no high horse,
No soap box, no throne.
I ask not for service,
As it comes at a price.
So I take what I have,
And this will suffice.
I need not your charms,
All dripping with guile.
Misguided and hollow,
Beyond that fake smile.
Your eyes are so empty,
Your movements are strained.
Like so many others,
You’re perfectly trained.
I’ve already been emptied,
Discarded and used.
Hollowed out, just a shell,
And wrongly accused.
My worth has dried up,
My patience has passed.
And I won’t return,
Your gaze as it’s cast.
The seasons progress,
And time can’t erase.
But it lessens the sting,
And I thrive in my space.
Healing in kindness,
How audacious, I know;
For a hollowed out shell,
To take root and grow.
Soon I’ll bear fruit,
Then again catch your eye.
All so ripe for the picking,
That you can’t pass me by.
Your greed is what moves you,
And you disregard hearts.
I’m a means to an end,
And a bunch of spare parts.
No remorse for your actions,
So you reach out once more.
Feigning intentions,
So I close every door.
I will not shower love,
My supply now reserved.
Nor will I bare hate,
Even if it’s deserved.
I give you my silence,
Nothing more and no less.
A void and a barrier,
For you to address.
Whether cold sideways glances,
Or desperate pleas.
I’ll not let you enter,
Disrupt, move or seize.
Any singular treasure,
I’ve come to hold dear.
Regardless of how,
You present to me here.
How could you not notice?
The bonds have gone sour.
I shut out your presence,
And regained my own power.
Withdraw all advances,
Arms outstretched for a taste.
I would share such sweet fruit,
Would it not be a waste.
