Painful.

I dont have the witt
to compose sentences to do justice to the loneliness i feel
words are so empty unless they are used to hurt
and it seems i havent got anything nice left to say
and you wont even talk to me
so whats left but empty space
and a heart that aches.

the truth is, im tired of these friends with all to familiar faces
and antics that have no substantial bases
conversations about the same things repeated more then twice
and then a million times over again

frowns and indecisive hours
dancing around fires to hot to touch
topics too damp to ignite
relationships to cold to heat
backs turned just so
and we cant see the expressions on their faces
the explanations to the tones that remain underlined

higlighted and italicized
is my contempt for the lack of progress in these shallow empty interactions.

i want something real
that isnt a chemical
that isnt a pill

i'd die to feel something real for just one week
one day
one hour
one minute
of
just
pure
happiness.