Well

She’s with him and she’s playing with his hair

And suddenly he’s the Wolf

And then it’s a wonder he was my type

One of my few

It’s a wonder

They really are both me except I have nothing

Seven and Eight

There is a raven riding the waves of the wind

Oh I needed to walk away from that

I know all too well the feeling of letting your body be used because you’re desperate

And he’s pretty

And I mean after that I don’t even

The next one definitely wasn’t pretty

At least her next one is pretty

We diverge

And I don’t know the rest of the story

But this anime Midsummer Night’s Dream

I wonder if what more I’ll see of me

Won’t someone softly connect?

Softly

I’m a walking pain cushion today

No I did not spell that wrong

I am a cushion of pain

No I don’t think I will trust myself with anyone again

It’s not worth it

I have to be worth more to myself than risking that

Being nothing but hurt

I’ll take the physical pain

I try to

But the emotional

I have to wonder what I’m doing to take so much of this

Looking back

I have had a few moments were I’ve felt like everything up until then has been worth it

None since the Wolf walked into my life

Desperately lonely

I wouldn’t wish this fate on anyone

Always alone, lonely

Being spooked by ghosts from my past

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