the inevitable

*thirty-four

no matter what slips through
your toxic breath
i'll never understand the need
to squeeze till they can't breathe.
the air is thick with your contradiction.
your large crocodile tears disgust me.
soaked in self esteem and pride.
there wasn't a problem
until they couldn't find a solution.
what will i say when
i don't posses the arms of a mother ?
how do i wipe the tears
through an led light and a plastic screen?
As all of you lay in the ease of life
you'll never realize why the plants stay green.
the epitome of giving,
water writhes in resentment when near.
Until your lips feel parched
and crack at the lines,
you'll never see the salt stained pillows,
the hopeless sniffles,
and empty words that flow
one ear and out the other.
your cruelty bangs like a drum.
loud enough to break though,
no matter how hard we press against our ears.
in your hand, so fragile and small.
nevertheless, you wrap your fingers tighter.
one day you'll understand
when the leaves have wilted
when your breath falters.
i pray your mind finds the actions of your arms, before they catch up to what you most desperately ignore.
my love will never equate to what little is given.
although the difference is where each resides.
all i have left is to whisper these words,
while yours play relentlessly.