Its funny how fickle a person can be <br />And they think the hypocrite is me <br />The feeling company brings is so good at first <br />And then it declines to short bursts <br />Bliss to emptiness <br />And completion to depletion <br />I wonder why it has to be this way <br />I think we all ask ourselves this some day <br />Chasing for a miracle back and forth <br />It makes my days sick and sore <br />Pluto can't be as cold as you <br />I don't care how much you deny that it isn't true <br />I sense these things, but choose not to believe <br />But a greater pain I receive <br />Oh, I will never learn <br />I still play with fire despite the burn <br />I carry on with a battered heart and a broken thought <br />I am but a fly defined by which the web I am caught <br />I bent backwards so far only to never get up <br />A pile of dirt is worth more than my luck <br />Caring too much is a terrible addiction <br />If I could fall any faster, <br />I think i would have died from the friction<br /><br />Samantha Stough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friction-3/
