he used to sing me to sleep
on skype.

in a way

everything I’ve done has been a cry
for love, for affection, for attention

that draws me as something significant, someone in on your private jokes.

I feel shut out, shut down.

like no one can see me because no one , no one can really see anyone else -

they don’t pay enough attention.

isn’t it sad? what’s important

isn’t it heartbreaking

how much we care for ourselves

isnt it devastating

that we never seem to realize

just how completely
unsatisfying that is?