Thursday, September 17, 2015

Scuttle

Everyone just cut me out.
Some told me they hate me or that I’m awful first, but
Most just ceased all communication.
And it’s happened so many times,
I’ve got no one left.
Sometimes I can see it coming, and
There’s still nothing I can do.
But maybe it’s all my fault
- goddamn common denominator -
Is this such a weird thing, or
Does this happen to other folks too?
Those I care about the most
Want nothing to do with me.
I will be your friend till the end of time,
Or at least until you hate me.
Nah, even then. Even still.
It hurts how much I still love you
In such multitudinous devastation.
Fuck my heart.

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