when I call you on your deception.
At least that’s the mask I wear
in your presence;
I refuse to allow you to observe
how it paralyzes me.
Your mercurial indifference
(the choppy seas of your mind
roiling your demeanor into a frenzy of contradiction),
a razor that deftly fillets my heart,
that traitorous organ,
and I am exsanguinated of resolve.
You, incessantly plaguing my mind,
and I endlessly turn it over in my head;
futilely attempting to achieve sense,
all in the pursuit of obtaining the elusive answer to…..
WHAT ARE YOU?