only lonely & fucked up.
i don’t understand how it works,
every single one is “in love”
every single one i know is empty.
it usually ends the same,
recycled excuses, recycled lines.
not sure of my wants,
certain of my don’t-wants.
only lonely & fucked up.
seems all i’ll ever be.
tired, wired and companionless
like an outdated toy.
it’s exhausting you know…
even just the thought of the chase,
and my preordained end result.
so i’ll wait on my love to fall from the sky
like a warm summer rain.
she’d gently cover me in all her bounty and grace
she’d calm my worries and kiss my face
take what i have and make it better.
it sounds sweet in draft,
it sound Utopian.
yet still,
here i am
only lonely & fucked up.
John O'Callaghan
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