Getting Lost

Swerving and diving
you scuttle and creep,
hiding round corners,
avoidance techniques.
Duck every question,
pretend you don't hear,
fend off all contact
always unclear.
Lies coming easy
answers untrue,
twisting and turning
no holding you.
An outline so hazy
your'e just out of reach
I'm worn out by trying
not sure you are real
I need to untangle
because you can not feel.

I should have established the boundaries but somehow he managed to leave me hanging again...
I met him at his initiation -in a pub ! He didn't seem drunk but he was on something ( heavy duty downers it seemed like) and virtually incoherent so it was pointless. He admitted he needs to stop drinking but it wasn't very convincing and he's still full of self pity but oblivious to the pain he is causing to so many people. I didn't get so much as a half assed sorry...
He dashed off somewhere-he wouldn't say where or why after about ten minutes of throw away "of course I love you" blah bullshit.
Tomorrow I definitely try again and stick to my guns. He gets his stuff and a last wave.
If he uses it to justify going off on a bender, I won't feel guilty.
If he's looking for sympathy he'll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.