I feel nearly
drunk myself, overcome
with a set of
emotions I was
never ready to receive.
But as she stumbles
and limps and huffs
into the atmosphere
expectantly, I have
gotten ready to hide.
I prepare to run. but
no matter how far I
go, her venom will
land on my heart
like the acidic addiction
she pours down her
jaded system every
night.
"Swarming," he said.
Swarming in the basket of friends I
have never ever had.
But I should be silent,
because my temporary laughter hurts his
feelings, and I should be ashamed
of my lies,
the lies that say, "I feel alone, despite
all those who care,"
as though I can control what sentiment
they show me.
"Hilarious," he mocks,
reminding me of how my problems, my feelings,
my insecurities aren't on his level
before I have even explained one.
The cackle was prolonged and when silence
came, I fought my way back to a
fire - like life, unforgettable in the midst
of so much doubt. I swallowed
and plunged deep into the blue crater
which called out with purpose, desperate
like thunder from the heavens. Relentless,
focused, we cherished each moment
together, but, alas, not even a legend's
fortune is infinite. Yes. Alas, indeed.