Poetry At 25

Running around in circles Echoes in my mind Each thought unnecessary Though valid in my eyes Clouds of useless thoughts Shadowing over my life Each one self-destructive As I struggle to get by Floating in opposite directions Wanting to follow every line But the lines get tangled More than I would like Trying to find peace To find silence once and for all Still the thoughts come pouring And they will be my fall

When is it going to end? This continuing line of men. The same cycle on and on Of novelty, longing and love. And then, the heartbreak, the hurt. Thinking there will never be a new one.  And then, there is.  And it starts, again.  The same cycle Over and over again.  Feeling invincible, in sync.  Feeling at home.  Feeling accepted.  Only to be crushed Again.  How do people do it? Finding one man. Having the cycle once. And never again.  For everything to be fine. Building a life with this guy. To have no doubts. To be certain.  Of everything  Everything in your life. Feeling invincible, in sync.  Feeling at home.  Feeling accepted. Never to be crushed. (Again) Though I am Crushed. Heartbroken. Lonely.  And then there is the new one.  A better one, a new one.  Only to be crushed, again.