Is it simple.
Or is it drawn out and vindictive.
Is it painful.
Or is it just passing through.

Love?
Love never liked me.

I feel like exploding.
But I haven't a fuze.

And I've been thinking about leaving.
But I haven't a place to go.

And this alogia is getting out of hand.
But I've lost the will to speak.

The frustration builds.
The boredom grows.
All I do is nod off.
Into a fearful.
Rest.

I drift into unconsciousness.
As there's no reason.
To be awake.