I see of you – more than me of me.

Who was to know, and when, how you use I?

Who was to know, stick’d in my palm, my tag is you?

Who was to know, my thoughts, equate your actions?

Addictions, time, sleep all lack’d, are my non wanting.

Life, work, family all consum’d of your needs, whilst kill’d mine.

I treasure life of you, but you consume – all treasure’s of me.

Hesitation. Buzz’d! Buzz’d! You scream, and never for I are notify’d.

Always consuming, sometime’s rewarding, always regretting – is me of you.

 

I and you need energy, but you always energize first, and tether I to the wall.

I carry your sleep in my backpack, but you always steal mine in time.

I carry you like medicine for my soul, and you slip a bomb to my tick of time.

I considered long your end, but on your end you considered me little.

But despite your short coming’d – you is what I love’d.

And despite conflict of I – you are my resolve.

 

Had angst, desperation, mindless routine, troubled to no avail.

Who was to know how – I have reached this point?

Who was to know how – I can let go?

Who was to know how I can run away when we are running in circles?

Had I let go, perhaps I would have understood that you were – no good.