normality deficit

it’s only until the clock strikes two after midnight that you start feeling all lovelorn and dejected; like a sense of normality deficit occurring in your life. you want to be loved, you want to be needed, you want to be touched. you want to be wanted. and when no one ever gives you that, you begin to make your head wrap around the fact that maybe, you are in the undeserving lot, that maybe all this emotional baggage is too much to carry, that maybe you’re after all weaker than you think or maybe it’s just your childhood shoulder dislocation that makes it harder for you to carry things around. but none of that seems to frighten you enough unless people are no longer interested in you or as they say ‘in love’ with you. there are things that we can and cannot control. love is not one of those that we can