Giving In

Fight each fight. Find the joy in stabbing the heart of another nieve friend. No way out for me now;my memory knows to shut the door while my heart waits and cries hoping you want back in. In only a dream I can look you in the eye and feel only your selfish hand drawing me near. As you start to ask how I've been I will casually answer without regrets or a tear. But for now,I will wait comfortably by a drafty window in my loveseat most would simply call a chair. Hoping you will let me know you will not be by in a phonecall so it would be easier to pretend you care. A moment of awakenment I can only dream to find.My feelings up until now have been so fickle even to those, unlike you,were kind. So fight each fight. deal with your feelings,your temper, or your past. I do hope one day you win. For recreation,look me in the eye, and stab me with that hollow gaze, so my bloodshot eyes can see you smile because I keep giving in.