It is the easiest thing to feel the slightest discomfort and want to sabotage, flee
all because we are scared to death of true connection, unmuddied by the nuisance of unwarranted conflict
we seem to crave the chase,
crave those who treat us like shit
all for some validation that we can make them love us
instead of accepting those who already do, could or will…
Emily C. Poésie © 2019