I think I shall have to grow bored of you so that I don’t have to ….feel this kind of pain with you ….I don’t think you value my sincerity and ….” I push him with a jab so he falls onto the bed and I walk to the window to look out before I say, 

“and— I think for me, ethically, that has to be a problem, because you have decided to only see me as one of many other ‘things’ and —by doing that —tarnished my ….”

but I stop because I run myself into split and splinters of which side to see it from

“because if I am bored, then I won’t care—like you don’t.”