To Belong

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Out of places, just one of many cases.

One, alone, leave me in the negative spaces.

Because when I’m with you …

There’s an emptiness, a dark abyss, something sinister amiss.

You smile, you shine and light up

Open arms ready to hug straight up

Your eyes yell, come on, come in, hurry up …

And I hesitate.

I turn around and walk away.

And now, much later, as I commiserate

To an old self that wanted to be relevant

I realize, wait I was never meant to relate

But ultimately to die in self consuming hate.