alone
is impossible
but I don't want
to be in your world

caught in-between the old
and the budding like a fish flapping
its last few breaths in a dwindling puddle

dwell on the eclectic, as I do but not to this
extent, see more experience has come my way
and the world through my eyes is
hazy but at least I can see now

never told you what happened before
never going to, never told me anything
never never

keep my ties to all avenues but
pave my own road with morals I've
build from sorrow, love, and broken

in retrospect, I'm
an acquired taste