I’ve swallowed my pride so much it’s nearly inedible.
Incredible how I keep coming back for more.
I fall on my sword, push a stone up a hill.
Wear my heart on my sleeve, yet I am shirtless.
Unguarded, unprotected, I am naked.
I feel hard because I often feel nothing.
Seek purpose because I often have nothing.
Seek connection because I often have no one.
I could be right, but I am always left.
Why so often abandoned?
Why has no one yet stayed planted?
I drive myself crazy, a deer in headlights.
I am aimless, a shot in the dark.
You were a shot in the arm.
I need a shot in the heart.