The Roulette Hit You This Time

Don't pretend you don't read what I write

Leech onto these words 

They inhabit in this room 

And in yours 

Multidimensional 

Don't touch that book case 

My life stands on that very frame 

Stray further 

"Is everything fragile in this room?"

You couldn't be more right 

After you left home two months ago 

Things aren't in the same place 

Things will never be in their place

Unless you come home officially 

Or you decide to leave for good 

By the end of the year, 

I'll wait for that decision.