i’m ignoring the phone on purpose, you know

whatever it is  you see in me

(I could ask, but I would not dare)

there is no reciprocity.

when you speak and I smile back blankly.

your trivial story I cannot bear,

whatever it is. You see in me—

an  object  of  idolatry,

but I disregard your pitiful prayer.

there is no reciprocity.

the smile I wear is but a courtesy—

you know your voice composes my nightmares?

—whatever  it  is  you  see  in  me

and whatever you try to give to me

(I could  ask,  but  I  do  not care)

there is no reciprocity.

it’s all your one-dimensionality

that’s very plainly killing me—I swear

whatever it is you see in me;

there is no reciprocity.