time glass

obliterated
by a fruitless addiciton.
i am too used to his dic-tion
--
re-actions are constant.
&& i am yearning for .
e v e r ything except this.
i'm entangled
--
our love is depleted
--
i am too selfish to leave
i don’t want what I need.

i never want what i need
this is a fruitless addiction.

i am too used to him

death resides in comfort.
so,
let the games begin...

twist-flip-snap the time glass. .
"i've got an hour && half left to decide..."
who wins?

♥bobby