Case Closed Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Hadn't given it much thought
Unfamiliar with the signs
Still you vie for my heart
Convince yourself of one whose blind
Shouldn't need to explain
of a temporary infatuation
What an inevitable game?
Killing joy, with feeble insinuations
Provides me none, but...pleasure and pain
I walk away at my own discretion
Certainly, you must be entertained?
what a fool? You, act on your obession
As I, act on basic instinct
Consider this thing you think we have,
extinct.