Eons

I see you, I hear you, I know that you’re there;

Could mutual not-love go anywhere?

How do I know you even meant me-

Were those words something you hoped I'd see?

I’m in my head again, and I’m dancing a dark song;

As ever, I’m sure, I’m incredibly wrong.

No, that’s right, you’re not really here at all-

Hiding as ever, behind an invisible wall.

I get it; I wasn’t enough, never what you need;

Never that sort of kind-hearted breed.

Don’t mind me. I’m spiraling in my mind-

Just what I get for being the artistic kind.