MELANCHOLY
It is beginning to feel a little friendly in here,
Like my company is a fuel that keeps you burning,
I must have forgotten what scars felt like,
So I let curiosity get the better of me and got burned,
It is beginning to feel like I carried you into rooms,
Where you had no business being in,
Now it is starting to feel a little too crowded,
And I’ve come to find I’m a little claustrophobic,
It has been feeling like I’m holding hands with a stranger,
Yet not so strange because you know all my secrets,
And honestly, I do not know any of yours,
Hence the struggle to call you a friend,
It has been feeling like sore shoulders every morning,
I’ve tried to stretch them out but they recoil,
Back into this hunched and miserable posture,
Making me question if I should start yoga,
It is going to start feeling like grey days,
Like silence when everyone is waiting to hear what I say,
Like overcast skies have become a newfound hobby,
So of course I want to practise it every day,
It is going to start to feel like a deep-seated loneliness,
So heavy within my gut, there is no room for appetite,
Still, you will feed me delusions of potential connection,
But will leave me hanging in the end,
It is going to start to feel like Melancholy,
Is your middle name and an introduction without it,
Is a half-truth you bring to the table,
And no one likes half-cooked food
~Frankhie
