i woke up
last night
as i was
falling asleep

not the way she
talks about me
the way she
talks at me
i like being
alone

leaping chasms
we dare not
attempt to cross
a game of
chicken
each of us
finding it easy
to just let go

not the way she
uses me
the way she
knows that
i wont miss
her

swallowing pride
we dare not
pretend to care
open wound
causing pain
until we
are both healed

she should be
freightened
it's not love
but only how
i dont trust
myself

and she ejects
my bloody carcass
into the cold
world with its
spotlights to
record the rain
from my soul

silent, i am
surrounded, i was