They Treat Me Like...
a stray
They treat me, literally, like a battered bruised cat or dog at the SPCA, torn
up about my disposition but not willing to take me home because they don't
want strays.
And I befriend these kinds of people anyways.
And when it blows up in my face after the friendship or relationship has
sunken like the Titanic,
it's usually only me that's filled with sadness
(and regret) and occasionally panic
or trauma, from the unsatisfying strain and drain, sustained
by all their drama.
Now I'm scared to make friends.
Fuck, I don't even do relationships with women, let alone men.
I'm a loner now.
©I.M … me
-- xo
About the Creator
©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
Hi! I'm "That Girl Muse," author, artist, muse, poet, surrealist and spirit guide, who uses creativity as a means to heal the mind. Each poem's a lil' bit of Inure Muse's story @Find_the_muse & support my work. You can also book me online!
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