Fight

I'm slowly figuring it out,
And my answer is...
I can't with you,
Not anymore,
Knowing that you reject me heart and soul has made me unconsciously make the same decision to reflect your manner,
Because I still don't know why people touch people they don't love.
Why do people seek to slither into the lives of those they don't care about?
Why make false shelters where you don't intend to stay?
Maybe it's just sex,
But it isn't that way,
Not for me.

I only want something real to touch me,
To have me react,
To draw my breathe out,
And plunge me into darkness.
If it's not real,
I don't want it.
I won't settle for less,
This world may be lonely,
But least I'm not lying to myself.