sometimes i can be so distant
that sensitive delicate matters
keep pouring through my mind –
in a just knowing
that it can leave me
completely out of wack.
then i have to understand
it becomes a niche group
to pull me up,
despite all the baggage
that comes with it.
it’s a personalization
when feelings seem like major flaws.
things are never as they appear to be,
then i read between the lines
and hope it doesn’t leave me
to exhausted from my thoughts.
it can be difficult to show love
when overthinking it time after time.
would it suffice to say
that it just needs a lot of work,
and just let it hang in imagination
to get through a little loneliness
in some other long term objective.