poetry slowly dwindled away

24 hour reset.
my chest quaked
and contracted with such intensities that i
for a second, thought it was
tetanus.
time passes slower than it
seems.
still,
my biological clock has
filled to a point where it should
empty its parts into my open palm.
i enjoy the adventures
lust has taken me on but,
at times it covers my skin
in a thin, imagined sheet of dirt
and i wonder if he'll shudder at the
thought.
i can't even think about touching lips
after his tirade with her but,
i suppose i shouldn't worry
because he'll never accept this faulty
wiring back.
he's so good at ignoring my existence that
i don't believe he ever
gives me a thought
even when my scents and skin particles
swirl in spirals above his mouth.
then again
it turns out i'm easily
ignorable
for the third time, now.
i've got a three course meal
awaiting my consumption, but
i'm still full from the hors d'oeuvres
and my thoughts are beginning to become
foreign to even myself.
near the end of next month will be
the half-year mark
and i can't even believe it.
because i still feel like half a person
i still can't recognize myself
in the mirror, because it's just me.
losing yourself, you take on
the personalities of those around you
until you've forgotten who you were
and you don't even know yourself.
so many questions still unanswered
but it's too late now and
my body is done with arguing.

and after all this time
i don't even know who you
are.