no

"i didn't feel like myself with you”

you would not tell me

you thought i would think

“because of me”

so

you kept on performing

the person who

you thought i knew

sip

“so what do you want to do?”

you ask me through

the sound of your slurping

tongue tied truths

“i want to know who's who”

so i said

“well there's me and there's you”

and you waited for more

for the hook line and sinker

that would relieve me of this

drawn out play

the closest thing that came was:

“no,” there isn’t.