He is this, he is that!
Halt Miss! Await your righteous turn.
One day when it befalls you
You will know, I was what!
You judgemental prick!
Your life’s seemingly better?
Someone’s better than yours.
This is life, that’s what it is.
Someday when things reverse then
You will be left alone to fend the dust.
I was happy for you yet you revel
At my grief.
Alas. We all know who is now truly
Hollow outside the sheets!
I sought only to mend myself,
You sought me to be all yours.
I reasoned, you flew, being impatient, Latched on to the closest substitute,
I was happy for your newfound Comfort.
Yet you taunted my glorified solitude.
But know this child-
It’s addictive to be in company
But one day you shall know–
It’s equally addictive
To find yourself not in others
But to bask in…
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