Lonely 4 Love
Love won’t play by normal conventions
we can’t protect ourselves
from its emotional bindings
love grabs
takes us as a hostage
keeps us captive and captivated
whether we want it to or not
too much to handle
hermits hide away
hurt from love in plain sight
alone in one bedroom
invisible in apartments
skulking in public
or fantasy gaming
without human contact
except for home delivery
sans touch
some love pets too much
making cats
birds
dogs
rats
their world
pulling away from the real
inventing fake worlds
for themselves
wasting isolated unsocial lives
where nobody hears
or intuits their thoughts
their needs unmet
some wants stay wanting
dismissed
some hoard loneliness
they’re not comfortable
risking another death to the soul
until that hurt
that half-love that never really was
is buried so deep
there’s no threat of remembering
or resurfacing-chancing a stab
at love again
