Love

Oh weighted love.

Love will bring up or crush you in desperate.

For a moment everything is ok,

Then eyes wonder,

Laughter.

Than apparent isolation takes a toll.

You know of the connection, but was not given a plug to connect.

Then find self a alien in his own land.

More it hurts the farther they go away.

I am disease must be…

Why I am seen as nothing.

I hurt so much I feel sick.

I weep,

I am seen as monster that is going strike  out at any moment.

So we better pretend I am not there.

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