He questioned how it feels to be unattached.
“Unbound,” I replied—
Yet, truthfully, it’s lonesome.
At times, I ponder—
Is there someone out there,
Gazing at me with wonder-filled eyes?
Why are the worthy ones always claimed,
And the rest… too unripe to comprehend me?
I dread the shadows, but not all that sparkles is treasure.
Someone once advised me—
“If what’s given isn’t sufficient, step away.”
So I did.
Now, affection was all I understood—
And affection has vanished.
I harbor no agony, yet I’m weighed down.
I bear no scars, yet I’m hemorrhaging.
I insist I’m fine, but I can’t confront it.
I strive… yet something’s absent.
Blackbird 