The Last Time, I And You Poem by Harlequin Rose

Stepping away from the door
into hallowed halls
that stretch like truth
there are only lies in here
fan blades stir voices
as a strange infatuation
seems to grace the evening
time has come to a standstill
undecided
for it is nothing more
than a flexible commodity in situations like this
I breathe
you breathe
we know what we are to each other
You to I
a burden I am bound to by love alone
I to You
an overextended girlfriend
who has become a habit
so insincere
completely used
the last time
I and You.