The Essence Of This Evening Poem by Red Brist

The essence of this evening
Surprised me non-the least
You talk of the usual
However this time
I choose not to respond
Honestly I no longer care
My feelings have been exemplified
To the tenth degree
With the slightest acknowledgement
So many words I want to say
So many feelings I want to express
My finger is pointed
You are not the same
You are less
You are weak
You are no longer beautiful
We watched the full moon rise
And I felt numb
My heart was fake
My emotions were forced
You are tormenting yourself
And the fact that I can detect your torment
Enrages me
I have hung on so long
Hoping
Wishing
For your return
Tonight I have finally closed myself to you
We are two parts
Once molded
Now desecrated