Unconditional

"unhealthy addiction"

You were always
the one who called the shots
Whether we work out or
we end in flames—
you get to decide

Whether we start
talking again or we
spend days that stretch
into nights of indifference—
you get the upper hand

You get the final say on
whether I'm being
a disappointment
or if I'm satisfying

What continues to
pique my curiosity is—
Did I really fail you?
Or did I fail to represent
the expectations you
had of me?
Did I really deserve
so much silence?
Or was I just
inadequate to keep you
interested?
Did you really care?
Or was I a stroke of
your ego as I came for
you time and time again

I admit to having
my fair share of games
but you played yours
equally as clever—
as calculated
and it attracted me like
moth to a burning wick