articulated taunting in intangible tones
obscene routine
love the hell out of it
or hate the heaven in it
prompting
a sabbatical into abstinence

a serrated soul separated from comfort
inquires for security
I meant you no harm my cherished love
my suspicions and doubts
a function of formality
it to question my reality
stolen time on borrowed sorrow

allow me now to make a correction
a definition of insanity,
they say
is to try the same thing over and over
each time expecting different results
but this,
does not follow
for to try something different over and over
getting the same results,
is not sanity

I unburden myself on you often
at what cost I can not be sure
absence and fond hearts
distance and hopeful dreams
forgive me
to confused to be in constant confidence
I know that I am lacking
my compromise for solace
to give the benefit of any doubt
thankful for your friendship
it should actually be
is to question my reality