The Clockwork Eavesdrop Gears

I'm a little gray ball of dust that you wash from your hand.

My ancient joints creak with rust as I try to understand

Why you so despise me that you cast me into the sand,

the particulate,

the shattered pieces of a million, billion other former friends,

whom you threw away like tissues when they stopped meeting your ends.

The clockwork eavesdrop switch turns on, and my neck slowly bends.

I watch you laughing 'round the corner;

I trembling try to stand.

Tears aren't lubricant.

They're acid.

I stop moving and fall apart.

But the clockwork eavesdrop switch stays on,

Deep within my heart.

I move into a tunnel.

Sheer, dark walls; a guiding line.

I don't let anybody in.

I grow spines like a porcupine.

Occasionally,

The emptiness within me

Overflows

Onto the track.

I stumble and I fall

I make the mistake of looking back.

The clockwork eavesdrop gears are still

Whirring within my mind.

But I am ahead,

And you are behind.

And I pity you, you scum of humankind.

Of course, you don't have friends now.

You've spent them all on childhood games.

That changing friends will help you win.

But I don't have any either.

I haven't let them in.

The rusty clockwork eavesdrop gears

Grind slowly to a

halt?

It took me seven years and a poem

To realize what I have to do.

I look away, I move on.

Your life is yours, not mine.

If you didn't want me in it,

That's perfectly fine.

There is more to a relationship than being together.

Be careful when you're apart.

Don't let the clockwork eavesdrop gears

Rend deep grooves in your heart.

It took me seven years and a poem

To realize what I have to do.

I look away; I move on.

I snap my clockwork eavesdrop gears in two.

I won't be a jealous green-eyed monster

Because I love you.