The complexity of the strings
That connect us
And I tug, and wonder how they work
I watch them interact with others
How to act in order to gain their trust
To be number one in their eyes
But my loyalty is seen for desperation
So I stop.
I slow down and bite at the hands
That try to connect to me
Bitterness spread to every word
I ever spoken
And I laugh at those who smile
Because they aren't sad
Like me
And I'll never find someone
Who'll connect with me
Because of me
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
