Any Type Of Answer

I let you sleep next to me,
keeping you close
only when I wanted you
to be near,
but not letting you
undress a fragment
of my being.

Depraved
in the sense
that I wanted
you crave me –
give into my
carnal desires,
but leave
once the sun touches
my bedroom window.

let my voice
pulsate throughout
your mind, as a reminder
of my absence.

but I wanted
to be unrestricted
from obligations,
like your cousin’s wedding,
“I told you
I didn’t want to meet your family,
listen to me next time.”
and from defining terminology
between you and I,
it’s easier
(for me)
if we don’t,
you know.

Selfishly
taking any offerings of
good intention you dealt out,
only to decide that
this time,
it wasn’t good enough,
try harder next time,
kid.

Clarity
in the most
ironic form
when I begged
for you
to come back.
saying
that I couldn’t do this without you,
you know you’ll regret it
if you go,

but you
knew me better than that,
knowing I wasn’t good at being alone,
just a pathetic kid
who didn’t know
how to take ‘no’
for any type of answer.