Though the moments are select,

this is the hour I decide to leave it all.

 

I will desert the little comfort familiarity holds

to reap the reward of failed responsibility.

I will taint the trust and truth built so deliberately

for the sweet taste of affection.

 

I will hold the body of my own deliberations,

if not for physical companionship, 

then for the innate value that I will finally have.

 

I again, heed to such a voice 

but will run from the sound.

For when it speaks, 

alarms ring and I must escape 

into the shadows once more.