Small Talk

Of all the roads

I took the wounded way

Of all the words

That you chose to say

There were only 3 that held any weight

The rest was all just small talk

Lust, I hate it

I guess it’s what you make it

Now it’s said with past tense

For the sake of moving past this

Breaking in to me

Tell it how you think it’s going to be

I’ll bite back with broken teeth

So helpless I can’t help this

I sense

Your purpose

So tense inside yet not on the surface

And if this is worth it

Then why is there still small talk?

Where is my patience

I cannot erase this

It lives inside me and it will die with me

This gap between us grows on

The last thing I want to do is move on