my existential paradox is this:
i am friend to everyone
but loved by no one -
mere seconds away from falling
at any second, a replacement
for someone better, someone missed
like a specter hovering at a funeral
or a child's balloon caught in a willow tree
you may know my laugh by heart
but you forget the shape of my smile;
you roll your eyes at the passion in mine
but when it's about you
you hurt if i don't listen and you sob until i do
you bleed negativity like it's iron-rich,
you gush anger like a waterfall
yet you say the you love me
but you've never called me friend,
only introduced me to yours
