loyalty in the u.k.

Sometimes I wonder about the lives that I left behind.

I am somehow deeply offended,
wounds offered for wounds
and invitations never extended (not that I could attend, anyways).

I appreciate folks and all I can do is hope that folks
appreciate me why is that
everyone else but all of you
make me feel comfortable when
you're the ones I admire the most,
for the most part.

Doesn't matter, really, for
I've always felt stuck on the outside track
watching inner rut-ways collide
they never once asked for help and
if they did
they never listened.

Sad,
I turn away again
lost in newness
wondering how much desperation should be a part of love (in a good way).

A crush galore
half dead and half jaded.