my mind toys with the
optimism of a mustard seed
seeing only the possibility
of positivity
but my heart knows for
certain that chivalry is dead
lifeless like Jesus on the
cross in an old rural
baptist church
dusty purple pews
who knew you would be
here laying beside me
not out of want but of need
i need more
like goldfish in an
abandoned tank
more algae than water
i wanna breathe and
believe that
something will come of this
but chivalry is dead
it wasn’t love we just made
just a protein mess at best
our eyes never met
regret after regret
but at this moment we
both need each other
too lazy to live the truth
taunting thoughts tossed in
tissues and flushed down
toilets
unlimited kush
makes even the worse
situation bearable
a situation such as this