Sick

I am so sick
Of your narcissistic attitude,
Your sarcasm and your indifference,
Your selfish indecision
And the stupid pain you cause me.
I am sick of your eyes
And the intensity they emanate,
Sick of your pouty little mouth
And your powdered-sugar tongue,
Sick of your golden arms
And your veiny hands
And your stupid rippling muscles,
I am sick of the sight of you
And sick of the longing,
Sick of the pain and the lust
And the wait,
Sick of your insults
And your snide comments,
Sick of your double-edged rejection,
And the disgust in your eyes
When you chance to look my way.
I am so sick of loving you,
Of needing you
And of missing you,
So sick of wanting you
When you are so close by.
I am sick
Of this pathetic obsession,
My childish determination
To make you love me back.
I am sick
Of trying to remind you
And beg you
And convince you
To need me as before.
And I AM SICK
Of being so inspired
To be angry,
To be hurt,
To be devastated
By your coldhearted dismissal.