whispers of sweet nothings

[DJBayview]

dimmed, dull, and hopeless is the spark
of the heart through which disembodied
voices whisper names and places but
misinform about the why and how? I
feel I need to need you need me and
myself and I were all together once
upon a time, now I fight us and me
but we weren't so lost and I found
you in my position and extended
a half a hand of help and time
extended half an excuse for
ties and lies to build and
break the coffin you build
for me and I break the
mold you cast for yourself
as our graves are digging
themselves and we are
children. Etch-a-sketch
the perfect world,
then shake
erase
restart.