alive

days and days of on-edge
as though i am antagonized
instigation after instigation
having no sympathy for me

months of exhaustion
and late night low spirits
dismayed, bitter, vexed even
broken-down by your act of the cold sholder

you taunt me
fascinated by every knick
every different tan line
in your body

taking time to appreciate
the softness of your skin
absorbed by every incomparable pigment in your eyes
and every crease in your smile

but with every night i rubbed my exhausted eyes
and every morning i woke up dreading
no minute was worth the time i trudged through
no day was worth every wrong you imputed on me