My attention wavers when I hold you
You give me excitement in the form of acceptance
I give you my attention as a form of currency
Then I crib about how little of it is left in me
to concentrate on this other life
where it feels difficult to get into the zone to really rhyme
I leave you and recognise that you don’t really need me
It fills me with disgust that I wasn’t really needed
I focus on this one thing that you didn’t need me
so I come back running to you to feel that illusion of a
the feeling of you needing me
Now the loop tightens like the coil of a snake
or does it feel like the embrace of a loved one
I can’t really relate
Words form to destruct
Sentences hold the meaning of chaos together
The disintegration of the mind seems to unite
in this perfect instance
where I hold you and you give me several options
of wasting my time
Fascinating. It’s interesting to think about how far relationships are based on “transactions” of certain things. Great piece.
Thank you! Yes they are. This talks about our relationship with mobile devices and social media.
A brilliant exposition of how certain relationship could wear you out am feels like a transaction.