Mines (An Unapologetic Monologue From the Heart of Something Less Than Human)

You say I have your love,
and I believe
(that I just have the empty box).

Forgive me for not being appeased
by Styrofoam peanuts and
a pretty yellow rain check.

Where our discourse was once
lively, warm, distinctly "us",
now it sits cold, quiet.

Such silence, indeed.
The silence of being shunned
for others; more talkative friends

Or maybe friends more favored.
I do not blame you;
I would do the same thing

Were it not for the fact
that I care for you distinctly,
without question.

You may like talking to me,
but I don't see how;
we seem to do little of that.

Allow me my jealousy
of those more fortunate than me;
it is a unique pleasure, envy.

Yes, I know the state
of our current affairs,
how you have promised me yourself

But you were not kidding
when you said it would be
half-hearted.

And the saddest thing is?
There isn't a thing
I can do about it.