The word that runs through my mind over and over,
As I look to make conversation,
Hold the connection,
Grow and learn more about you.
But I’m always so much to handle,
Someone others feel saddled with,
Something to put off until tomorrow,
Someday that will never come.
I want so fiercely it burns through me,
Brighter than the explosion of a dying star,
Yet in the same way I know my end is inevitable.
And I will go back to being a bother,
To somebody else.