Endless
without fatigue.
You run laps around my mind.
Circling with irresistible lights,
round and round.
You
  Think
     I'd be
dizzy.
Someone give the
manic
woman sedatives.
She's fine on the floor
with
false company.
I hate being so attentive to my screen
but...
I'b be euphoric if
I saw
an unread message.
I guess that defines me.
Distracted by distracting thoughts.
You placed me on a
fitted hanger.
Darling, why, it fits like a glove.
Pulling chords
that tug my soul.
Like the last sip in a bottle,
I know,
We're done.
I thought I was were
your
love
would reside.