You keep presenting yourself
walking proudly in this cold & empty room.
I know you don't want to leave,
what are you without me anyway?
You rely on the sickness of my existence,
the alcohol breath that pours out during the weekends & the tobacco stains hidden underneath my fingernails.

I thought that you left me,
but it was then that I truly met you.
You had a name but I failed to acknowledge you.

I met a friend of yours before,
we played a game of Russian Roulette that involved empty stomachs & impulsive work out routines.
He gave me unimaginable power, to lie & cheat.
That's how you won,
by gaining gratification while gazing at your reflection in the mirror. He was persistent.
I tried to let him go,
but he called you.
You must have lost your car keys when fetching him because you're still here.

Now it's 5 years gone,
I still see you,
I still see him.
We're seeing people to prepare me for your future departure,
there's not much out there though so you might as well stay.