you can disregard my desperation

i understand i responded to your response of my uncentered call out. but that doesnt give you a full ability to respond in a manner that you know i hate, my hands are cold with regret and remembrance of why i needed to leave. ill tell you that i am writing, hopefully it makes you open my page and read my desperate calls for attention. im sure i will return to them another night, when the taste of chocolate bleeds from my tongue. but for tonight, i will close your pages and move forward, find mittens to warm my hands and take my meds. 

i wonder how you justify the way you treat others within your poisoned brain.

i hope it haunts you, 

semi-sweet