I liked to break things

I wished to not see

Unfortunately, I yielded no control over my happenings

The consequence was misery,

And forgoing

Someone once asked me

How to move up without fighting

The enemy

You can’t, so stop lingering

In fact, it you and I had been held in disbelief

An airy feeling

That seeps in, contortedly

Is not one that is welcoming

When it has been

Said that no man is an island, living

Alone was not meant to be

Idk how to stop writing