he is my compulsion.. a golden apple i desperately grasp for as the road slings out from under me.
he makes me eat proverbial dirt.
i'm really really tired of feeling like i am always the one sifting through the pieces alone..
and i'm always alone when i'm with him. i can't even describe how horrible that feels.. it's like i've got a noose around my neck and he has his hand on the lever. how am i supposed to relate to him???
i'm done. burnt. not fit for consumption.
i just can't do it anymore.
