prosepiece - vs

such change
so quick
to such e x t r e m e ,
your point
of being
it gets so obscene,
to treat
so vastly
& leave, as it seems,
per your flight
--not your fight
...always somewhere between.

can't decide
got no spine
& your soul's being twisted,
can't have it
won't take this
vow to self i won't miss it.
as it's better off solo
'cause at least I'm consistent
so split
leave no word
catch some space, grab some distance.

don't expect
i'll stay close
per your begging & pleadin'
had chances
for friendship
but my offer's receding
curb my giving
quit doling
with no chance of receiving
only way
change of mind
have to get me b e l i e v i n g . . .