In Spurts

Vague discomfort.
Wishing for a fight.
Disjointed memories
that flee the scene.
Living through
another ugly dream.
He never thinks.
It seems he only schemes.
Discomfited by ordinary
lands of mental clarity,
he seeks another high
to get him by.
The truth still hurts.
He tells another lie.
"I love you too."
It isn't true.
The darkness comes
in spurts of alibis.
He leaves the room
as she begins to cry.
For all the love that could have been.
If only he had chosen
something other than
another vagrant high...

? Michaelette ?

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