No more weekends and no more you

I told him the weekend was off.

He was sharp.Talked busily about things external.

To tell someone you've loved you don't want

their company.That's a sad task.

I cited evidence.

He qualified himself with still eyes.

Something's beating there,

But not for me to carry.

Casual arrangements don't exist.

A night becomes a weekend.

Weekends are regular occurences.

Soon the week ticks to the tune of unwilling.

God!It would be easier to be the person

Anyone wants you to be.

To sigh and fuck and love till sense rots.

I'm bored of old happinesses.

I'm walking on a hot rope.

How do my feet do it?

I don't know,

I'm just trying to cross over without breathing,

I don't need a net below.

The flames are all about me.

The clock ticks on without me.

Time is better slow.

I'm sorry that I know.