ON THE CONTINUATION OF MY DEATH
I MUST CONFESS
I HATE FEELING SO UNLOVED

Confined in my airline seat
Maybe it's getting a little clearer
It's not that she liked me
or disliked me
she just needed a place to hide and dream
so maybe
we loved each other for a mad moment and the same reasons
I thought I would inspire her
And we would share amazing adventures
And stories for years too come
And she would be my muse

She never particularly liked my poems or paintings
I think she mumbled once "that's nice "by accident
A critic's heart and eye
Keeps a distance from a emotional response
And keeps you in control
My words of encouragement
and optimism to her
fell on deaf ears

all she wanted was a place to rest
before going back to her dramas and fears