Sorry, but I don’t feel a semblance of connection with you.
I can only empathize with your condition - the same one that befalls me.
But I cannot be your soother.
For that would drive me to the depths of discontent.
And I’m much too selfish to consider you, the one I don’t feel a semblance of connection with.
Sorry, but I don’t want to pour my emotions out to you,
Because you’re not the one I can trust with my emotions.
You can only deflect them and foster self-pity,
While you display a facade of worry,
But never concern.
Folly, that it hurts to detach from you.
But the curse of familiarity can bind souls otherwise conflicted.
I sometimes dream of us never having known each other,
So we can go our separate ways,
Without the overbearing thought of abandonment.
