Pathetic [Poem]

[Underground_Network]

When I can no longer stare into your eyes
Where does that leave me?

I'm stuck looking at the ground,
At the soiled blue carpet,
That feels comfortable
Against my dirtied white socks,
Stained an awkward brown
From god-knows-what.

The carpet doesn't stare back at me,
But I can feel a set of eyes,
Not human, but not beyond human either,
Looking at me as if I've just committed a crime,
And demanding repentance in the form of a cold, hard stare.

But I just don't know how to make up
For inaction, so I stay staring at the ground,
Even when you're standing right in front of me,
I become one with the blue carpet,
And start to wonder how recent that
Ketchup stain just inches from my feet is.

I start to wonder how many memories
Were made and forgotten
On this very carpet,
And how many of them
Were really worth
The effort of creating
Let alone remembering...

And then those eyes watching over me,
They peer through me, right on through me.
And I can feel a hole in my chest,
I can feel my heart depart,
And I can feel my head grow lighter.

I drop to the ground
And I realize
That sometimes
It's better to look
Into the eyes of the one you love
Than to dodge the question
Of whether or not
You deserve what you have
And all that you have experienced
On that soiled blue carpet
In the middle of your living room.