Wish Me Well

I can never have anything just for myself except the misery of the alone finally being felt

I share too much until too much becomes a stranger

They say they still love me but that brings me anger

They don’t love me like they used to they love them like I used to

I don’t know what to do

So I just do nothing at all

If I run before they seek

Maybe they’ll see I’m hiding in the open

Would they even come looking for me?

Or are they too preoccupied with each other?

I wish they were the first

But they are the third

Am I a pattern? The problem?

I’m already aware i’m cursed

Do I need to stop introducing my trauma to my trauma?

Why do they always get along so well?

Too well?

Well,

I guess yet again

I’ll be their wish that drowns at the bottom

As they get what I want

I’ll be forgotten

I hope this well at least gets sealed over

Leave the pale,

I’ll cut the rope

so the next ones

can’t fetch

my decrepit water