my feelings –

alien to you as much as – secure is to timid,

shatter like shards of glass against your narcissistic walls…

 

how awesome,

it must be –

being  you;

how – required!

 

pompous as an apostrophe –

owning possession,

and the power to unite –

yet completely – unaffected!

 

and while you dangle effortless,

unencumbered –

I remain tied to the weight of my own culpability.

 

necessary,

you are –

more than any imagined ownership.

for without you,

meaning is lost;

and I become irrelevant as a useless preposition –

alone  –  without the companion of my most reluctant ,

yet oh so necessary –

object…

sometimes – just tired.

and while the implication points to disengaged, the truth is not found on that particular page.

 

tonight i give up the fight.

tonight i lay down the weapons of conflict.

tonight i turn out the light – retreat.

 

tonight –

i am just too tired to engage with demons that presume entitled occupancy.

my sanctuary of surrender is off limits.

there will be no confrontation,

no chaos of unnecessary,

no conflict –

 

tonight…