Breathe in, breathe out you cut some cords that did nothing for you but leave lines blurred

You got some attention in vacant ways, minute moments of an endorphin filled daze

Then felt the let-down, inevitably empty, no hope for love and consistency, it’s what you’re used to at your core, they give you crumbs and you want more

but those who seek a true connection inspire fear that you will get one, and if that happens the walls must fall, though they’re too strong, too thick, too tall

If one still wishes, tries to climb, you’ll feel the guilt, a shameful sting that you don’t feel the same at all, the crumbs you’re given all you know.

Emily C. Poesie © 2020