Sadness in Our Ignorance - Planks

Your face, so covetous, cuts my lungs

to destroy hollow-voiced compassion.

Your words, are the noose around my neck.

I wish you would, what you won’t do.

In my holiest temple with eyes elusively moving

you elevate my heart with glare.

This beckon in banality conveys

you don’t want me, but I need you.