Indulgent warmth

Line bland clothes

Your back against me

Sturdy and tender,

I take part in its presence

My side is leaning to you

A friend,

The most basic unit of love.

But turned it sour; and parasitic.

Taken for granted,

At every glance towards me.

Others around me clump together,

Muddled hugs celebration,

I still lean, alone

Flickered hope preserved

Loathing and dismissing self-pity,

I stay.

But I hate my past,

I’m blind and pliable in the present,

All while hoping for the future-

No awakening to be had,

“Be grateful for what you have,”

They say; as their own friends

Continue to fade away.