Poetry to shape the eye

RUDE

Just as sour as a lemon
You don't talk
thinking you'll protect me

but
the more you keep quiet
the more i want to rot away

i may sound EXTRA
and that's quite swell
i didn't know that telling the truth
would backfire
and cause this

now the fire is calming down
and it's getting cold
this is probably your doing

or am i asleep
and
is the weather changing
that might be it
i'm in a coma and the heater just broke down

this couldn't be reality
this is a dream

just as sour as a lemon you are
and you're letting the juice drip down into my wounds

thank you