Craving to live…

They’ll try different things. Wanting a friend n a business transaction. To have someone to do things with. For the interaction. Craving to live to the fullest. Not wanting to be alone. Holding their own as long as they must. Attempting to create the best version of a place called home. Wondering where in the fuck is that one person. The one that fits. Silently lurking from time to time. Considerations ponder on the pieces down to the bits. Just needing to smile without feeling something’s missing. So they give in here n there. Watching luv’rs come n go. For that’s all that appears to fade as if they actually cared. As the heart pulls away from the scene. Allowing the mind to decide what’s best. Thinking maybe a more intellectually person will relate. With the lingering of hope teetering deep in the chest. Faces change like a revolving door. No one seems to wanna get at life.  Having the truth to depend on at any given moment. But every relationship is built in the form of lil bitty lies. Chiseling the details that defines self. Earning every lesson learned. Grasping a better sense of what it’ll take to go back under the scalpel. To gain a different type of worth…