Epiphanultimatum

I don’t want you to think that I’m thoughtless.
My empathy is huge.
At the moment the crux of my thought is
That I’m being used.
I’m exhausted and nervous and I’m
Bored of being tossed about.

There are moments I want to be near you.
I’m often week that way.
I respect you to much just to kid you.
We can’t just let thing stay as they are
Because they aren’t too healthy or too fun
Right now.

The egg-timer of our sentiment
Is out of sand I fear;
And excusing the briefest resentment
I hope that we’ll be friends next year.
We’ll steer us out of this black hole
Of rust and dust.