What Do You Want?

i ask you this all the time, yet you say nothing. you want me to love all your different personas? done. you want me to pretend i don’t know you’re ’you know what’? i won’t do that, it serves no purpose. i won’t be a debilitating junkie with you, i like the world and i want to experience it clearly. you want her so she fuck up your life even more than it already is? suicide. you want me to get rid of my family? never. you trying to get revenge on me? so what, move along. you want me to make moves and contacts towards you? never going to happen, been there done that. if you’re just going to sit in my life like a useless sinkhole then ‘yes’ leave! you’re not replaceable but that doesn’t mean i won’t be happy, i still will, i like my life, asshole. stop making me hold your hand and leave if you’re going to sit there like a stick stuck in the fucking mud, leave. you know how this works—no contact.