Both your presence, and lack of, drains me.
there is no point in fighting anymore,
you are now like the rest.

You turn a blind eye to your discomforts,
and i find no reason to continue
to be disappointed by you.
You now join the army of the silent,
never being bothered enough to care about anything that is not
directly related to yourself.

I guess that includes me now,
and i will take your lack of interest as means of goodbye.

I will not wake you from you slumber to remind you to care,
for it is inauthentic and temporary at best.

I am drunk.
Drunk surrounded by my four walls that have never even heard talk of sin.
crickets scream, and my candle fills the room with the smells of autumn.

i feel surprisingly calm,
or maybe that's just the wine.

Cheers to finally getting some sleep