Looking at others...

The wonder of boredom plucks a nerve. As the thought of how soon would it be hear a difference in words. If presence was daily in another's life. As self got lost as their comfort that captures their mind. It's the now gonna reoccur once they've had enough? Slowly letting go of what's just may come to be. Simply having a limit to how long they can entertain someone like me. When always being around is an uneasy feeling lingering within. With days of wanting someone or something else that hang on their grin. Tugging on their heart as of it isn't willing to show me I'm worth the ingoing thrill. When about what time is it that they reclaim their will? Turning their cheek so it's me that cannot be seen. Do people ever truly crave any other or is it a dream? A circumstantial visit to distill they're loneliness briefly until they fall to maintain interests. Spatting on about how everyone's the same. Playing victim to played or game. Demanding others to believe they're so much different than the rest. But do they have it in them to live n chase what's in there very own chest? Finding someone not so far fetched from the Treasury in which they create. Or are they never happy with the terms to give a lil more than walking away from what's intimate? Am I to feel issues like I'm a waste of breath taken everyday? As curiosities linger on with the changing of every other face. After the physical attraction wears off n truths surface of who's who. Is there a such thing as I am more than someone's fool? That self is looked prior to luv ever opening up. Or is it that my legacy to own how I'm forever a once was?

Looking at it from the reverse angle of how others must feel when I step away...