I’ve become unavailable.
A listing of my own,
Marked on the status of my unrest.

With no puzzle to complete
I feel cheated, on the off chance
my goals became purposeless
a regard so weak.

I remember you used to like me.
when you wanted to know
my every move, every breath -
every bite onto something
that seemed too beyond.

I miss your sharp face,
the one that stayed looking at me;
like I was someone who could get
just anything, being me -
unlike the scared, bled out chase;
and your eyes turning away from me.

I’ve become unavailable.
I know you don’t want me;
now I don’t want anyone either.