What does it mean to be Emotionally unavailable? My manic thoughts keep me starving for An imagined happy
“Are you single?” They asked Well, my heart is as open as an old wound That reopens & bleeds & scars for Vicarious validation Yet closed in the sense that it shuts down Every time it starts to feel something Almost habitually, As if in self defense I guess you could say my heart was a Twisted & distanced kind of available...
But no I’m not available in my mind Because it knows better than my Feeling ***** The human container that’s headstrong To it’s gullible nature My thinking ***** knows that Vicarious happy is not real happy Which labels my forehead like a neon sign Emotionally Unavailable
I crave a validation that looks like your love But it won’t fix me Or provide the happiness I Desperately need for myself