Last Chance To Want Me

This is it.
Your last chance to want me.
Because I still think I have one.
Because ultimatums shift the power,
to my favor.
Even the most sincere love
isn't devoid of conceit.
It opens both ways,
the revolving door.
You went in and I went out.
We never broke the glass.
Life is a merry-go-round tourniquet.
Dizzy, sickening, tightening.
Can you breathe?
In between the legs of someone
you don't love?
Dopamine and norepinephrine
will deceive you in the darkness of night.
Lead you into wanton mindlessness.
Good enough won't make you whole.
Do not settle for living half full.