by a fruitless addiction
i am to use to his dic-tion
&& i am yearning for
everything
except for this
restless ... i am entangled.
our love is depleting.
depleted?
i am too selfish to leave; i don't want
what I need.
death resides in comfort
discomfort
repetition
lies
your truth this confusion.
so, let the games begin.
turn - and
flip
the tables over.
"i've got an hour && a half left to decide"
who wins?