I look like disdain whenever I’m in front of you
You copy me; you see it too
I’m expiring with my haves and halves
They’re constantly splitting me in two
There is a spiteful splinter, losing its pink hue
I think I fabricated you

Don’t give me routine
I don’t want regulation like you
You iron my brain like I am strapped to a hospital bed
I made you up, the parts I dragged and hauled inside my head
I see them now, jumping and crackling like the moon
I think I fabricated you

I never stopped pining for you
I abandon it then go back for it
I am tied to it like my eyelashes are tied to my eyelids
The way my sister is loosely my mind
Soon you’ll begin to see how dreary my life was before you
I think I fabricated you

I can’t disclose my thoughts of you
They consume me, like tanks, they lace into
You can’t see it unless I show it to you
You can’t touch, taste, or hear it unless I hand it to you
What you have isn’t a life, but it’s better
I wish someone fabricated me too