what stops me from sleeping?
spending time alone, only tea
& mugs for company. i don't
even read anymore. it must
be you & your voice filled
with fiction.

i want a lot of things,
i don't need any of them.

find myself a little scared
that you are stripping away your
armour, so i can see you unprotected.
with no intimacy required, no rapport
or concession, we have met in a duel.
i am no fighter, i have hardly the strength;
but you! you are stubborn, strong, with
a mind that fears no repurcussions.

is this remorse? am i
about to perform
an unforgivable
act?