An Agreement
- Eden Preston
- Sep 25, 2018
- 1 min read
I understood.
Relationships at my age
often just seem
to be a desperate selfish escape
outside of myself.
I thrust myself at someone
evading the bonds of isolation
only to retreat back into them
once my needs have been met.
All I needed was a physical reminder
of my connection to someone else,
until the kisses were less sweet.
True love’s largest group of skeptics
are in fact teenagers.
This is what you do in high school,
you find many different soulmates,
and then suddenly
you can't find a single soul in the world,
not even your own.
I wrap myself in someone else,
until the spark is gone,
and refuse to feel the cold once the fire is out.
Until all is numbness,
claiming that this is how it always was,
and how it always will be.
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