Wasting Time

I haven’t left you..though at times I think I should.

I feel you watching me..watching you.

Deep contemplation.  Lusting for love..though you swear..I have it.

I control it. I own it. No need to ask or hunt.

Your words..not mine.

If I have it..wouldn’t I know it?


I watch you..watching me. Wanting something that you will never have.

I say..You have it. Though you swear, you don’t.

I can only give what I can..and take what you share.

If I’m not what you want..Why are you here?

If you’re not what I want.. Why are you here?


I am who I am, simply.

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