emtional dependence

Seeding Self

I put down my book.
Feel like throwing my cup
At the phone that looks
Back not lighting up.
A kick to my guts,
My mind starts to spar
With logic so nuts
I forget who you are.
Monstrous the visions,
Your depths are so low.
But were her decisions
A real shock though?
Depression somehow
starts to motivate me
To accept that right now
I’m just scared possibly.