Negative Space Poem by Peter Patriae

Why do I motion when they pluck your solitary string?
Lest I disregard your touch, I'll suffer all the same
Indeed you ensorcel my soul though scarcely do you sing
Your chambers fill with no remorse but fail to stake a claim

So pseudo are your fickle aches, so merciless your lies
Return those purloin promises foretokened you'd obey
Ceaseless in my quest to be your involuntary guise
You’ll never suffer an attack, so much to my dismay

There you sequester in my boots, I'll wear you on my sleeve
Once more you break with me and we'll sunder for our days
For if we were to part per se, no longer must I grieve
I'd walk the earth so disenthralled and never pay you praise