Selfishly Numb

The people I meet on the loneliest nights

Tell me I don’t have any feelings

But they might.

I’m not sure what they see in my dead eyes,

And I don’t even ask,

I don’t apologize.

They can confess love as much as they please,

Cover me with white roses

Or get on their knees.

I hurt every time they try to convince me

That my wrists have a pulse

Because I know who killed me.

But they don’t listen, they just keep talking,

And I feel lonely again

When they are gawking.

The people I meet have skin in the game.

They assign me a purpose

Like I’m a beast to be tamed.

I’m not sure why they chase my presence,

And I don’t even ask,

I just take the presents.

-Jackie