Darling Boy

Ignore me, darling boy,
Outpour me, darling toy,
And I will move on
Down the very straight
And very narrow path
To anything but ruins.

If those memorizing sure
Peacock feathers of yours
Were only made of glass,
I would smash me a piece
To hold, to squeeze,
Whilst it cut me up.

Your contact I did hesitate,
For post-set flirting I was late.
And now, I can reflect
That you rejected me
By not caring enough
To do the rejecting.

I look down, see nothing at all.
The unspoken words fall
Down my portable drain.
Being ignored is intolerable,
But no fear, no worry, boy:
Intolerable, I can tolerate