Living With a Zombie

A Shell of An Ex Lover

Staring at a half ass attempt of a bed made
The way you do one thing is how you do everything
Been living with a queen
But you don’t know how to be a king
Blame her and said we are done
On repeat you sing

Living with a zombie
A shell of an ex-lover
Used to get excited when he got home
Now? Taking cover

Once upon a time shared daily life updates and play
Physical expression and conversation used to be our thing
Now he doesn’t remember anything I said
Let alone thinking straight enough to get a ring

Metaphoric for commitment
Doesn’t set an alarm
I wait around deciding
Do I need to be his other arm?

Do I wake him up… again?
Or let him slumber?
Do I follow glimmers or hope?
Act like the mistreatment got me cool as a cucumber?

Nah, I refuse to lie
I won’t
He’s been given all the chance
Yet he don’t

Don’t take em
Won’t take em

Don’t change
Won’t change

Fell trap to the rat race
Placing his worth in his doing
Doesn’t do anything
So fell to pills, a demise undoing

In a fog
In a daze
Expecting physical intimacy
Not contributing in any way

Character is melting
Better wipe that shit up
Leak is overflowing
Falling into others cup

Not mine
Not no more
We can share household things
But I don’t owe you shit before I shut that door