Got to lose a friend.

Will not reach a goal.

Both are judgment calls.

I could use a win.

I opened my book to you,

And you scribbled on the pages.

You always made me promise

To never leave your side.

I guess I was paying too close attention to me,

To see you planning your getaway.

Thoughts of you are burnt out foundations,

Dazzlingly haunting and vigorously lifeless.

I long for age

To break my body

And bind me

To the bed

She sits by

And life will

Finally lose

Its ability

To pull me away