I suffer from, no one ever wants it to last. I'm stagnant n refuse to believe there's any genuine people to create a well earned past. I reside in a stare of never enough. N there's no chance I'll ever find my heart's calling for luv. So I'm conditioned to go at life alone. Drifting further from a more reasonable place called home. I'm just. Without a friend to trust. But I have me at the end of the day. Still standing true to self as I watch age claim my face. Shunned by the introduction of another's smile as I hide. Falling away from the desperation of hope that lies. I have this thing where want is short lived. Making the solo act much easier when never missed. I'm still but very much alive. Fading into my end n losing my mind. I'm a moment that passes over before surgery comes into play. A void unfelt I'm no one to claim. Forgetting I am worth the cause I enjoy my solitude. Knitting damn well if I had a choice I'd call a truce. But I'm on this side of everything being over there. Where needs are met n will does more than care. Without me craving to be someone's joy. Nothing ever becomes of lines so here I am emotions annoyed. Tucked into the shadows that make up the nights untouched. But don't tell anyone that I'm muted to the hush. Looking back at this world as if I've done something wrong. Trying to grasp the concept of his others can be so raw. So oblivious to what I have to give. I wish I was contagious as flatlines find a lift. Spiking a vibe long after the newness wares off. But no, I'm silent in doubt at all costs...
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