smoke.

i can’t win this war. not with you.
and perhaps, not with me, too.
it’s about time that you realize that
i realize that it’s over.

it’s over, see? we’re finished.
endlessly, listlessly wandering
about this world, confusion set
in our eyes, eyebrows furrowed,
questions upon questions
minds seeking, us dreaming,
never reallly knowing the what — what?
the whats, whys, whos, hows.

i need answers, d. and i’m not getting them.
not from you.

maybe — maybe never from you.

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