lying naked on the floor, catching my breath
now I think it's better  to be alone
better to be without you right now
better not to think about how I missed my chance to walk
away.
At first I hate you for being you
I hate you for lying. Or telling the truth as it is.
Then I wish you were gone
I wish you would leave me
I wish you were here. And then - I miss you.
I turn on the light. Put on some music.
I'm not crying. I'm not screaming.
I think I'm alright.