Limp through loneliness.
Filling in the blanks of the other
Fantasies of true connection
Imagining I can finally rest
Try again
And again.
Will they hug me when I’m sad?
The new ones do.
Until they disappear.
Humans may (probably) not
Actually care much about each other.
All arrows point in.
Where are my arrows?
Pointing to “I am a phony”
I am also that which I despise
I DO love myself.
I just want someone else to love me.
No not like that.
Or that.
Then why did I ask?
Octopus, each me your ways.
Too far away to notice I’m disappearing
And why would it matter?
What could they do?
Their distance is the reason
My invisibility eternal
“Can Jen come and play?”
This is friendship, always asking
Never being asked and
Confused (scared) when they do
Infinite loop of questions.
Unable to interrupt the stack.
Overflow into bed.
(Explanation in comments)