My mind is starting to lose itself again inside of its own thoughts.One moment, I want...

My mind is starting to lose itself

again inside of its own thoughts.

One moment, I want you,

bleeding tongue from words

that you don’t know how

to properly say. And the next

moment I want my loneliness,

sulking and sweet and focused

on the idea of my own solitude

being the only kind of romance.

I don’t know why I do this

to myself, to you, to everyone

who is just trying to get in

to make it all more bearable.

But I do this to myself,

to everyone, and I don’t

see any hint of this battle

ever ending, or a truce

ever forming.