Addiction | poetry

Problem

Here you are, playing that sick game again, I see.
What? Aren't you a gainer anymore?
Right, I'm not her and she is not me.

Hm? You understood that yesterday at nine?
Sorry, but you already crossed the deadline.
Yes, it was December and yes, it was at night.
Do not you remember..? I thought, you might.

...

Why are you so pale, why do look worn out?

It is just the last time I'm here, at your hideout.

Look, why don't we sit?

I came here not to play.
How do I know the truth?
I paused this endless game.

You've never been attached to me,
You've always been above,
That's me, who had a problem,
That's me who tried to love.