Peaceful disinterest

A Poem by S.ara

The words “I love you” have grown sour in my mouth
And your glance has shifted sideways
Our verbal exchanges are merely bitter
And your hands remain off of me always
Mentally I beg of you, please leave
However physically we huddle together on the cold days
The static in our heads drowns out the broken tv
And the drink in your hand triumphs our insanity
There’s a cloud of blue smoke looming in the air around my head
And so,
I let the ash fall onto the carpet