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