My distant stare controls my thoughts,

A constant stream of ones and noughts.

A platitude in which I moan

And long for something more like home.

There’s nothing insincere here,

There’s nothing that I fear.

Despite his doubts, delusions

I’ve yet to reach conclusions.

My fickle heart longs to feel

Security in one appeal,

Yet my blameless, helpless mind

Can’t settle on what it needs to find.

Am I losing interest?

I thought this choice was best.

Best for him? Best for me?

Past these walls my eyes can’t see.

For his sake, I wish a faze,

I wish an exit to this maze,

I love, but I think…

Though these are dangerous things to sync.