Sun

How to care when somebody decided that your not there, pushing you away like their clatter under their bed.  Help my mind feels frayed,  tell me; do you love me, or do you hate me, don't be afraid its not like I care anyways.

Oh, somber woman, the frail wings so withered. Hand arched on thee unblemished throat, kissing thee finger, the whisper so forbidden through the pink chapped lips, "had I became anewed?"