Weary of You

How many times will I allow myself to be seduced? Only after continuously giving in to your temptation has it become clear. You're full of empty promises, always available when I shouldn't want you.

You're dangerous, I see it now. It seemed harmless enough when things began, but you rob me of life and leave me staggered and confused. Yet somehow I convince myself that we can make it work.

I keep reliving all those moments you snuck up on me. At school, work, especially in bed. You sweet talk your way into my psyche until I can't focus. After, only ever after, do I discover just how much you steal.

Not only that, but I've seen you with others. You treat them better than me. You enliven and refresh them in every way I have wanted for myself. But no, never for me. You leave me exhausted, haggard. My day is violated by your arrival, no matter how short you promise the visit will be.

I hate you.

I hate that I need you.

Damn naps.