Hoovering gatherings,
mind miles away,
I have the longing,
weakening curse.
It’s in my veins, makes my blood flow.
Pleasantries, nods,
Laughter becomes background noise.
Such a waste of present.
And still I can’t stop:
What if it was better before?
Self sabotaging makes a home
in my bones
Why I keep ruining it all?
Why am I trapped in this loop?
What is the lesson I need and refuse to be taught?