Mary-Jane
From the memories I have deliberately left.
To archaic habits, I glimpsed
Extremely attached, I went.
From every colossal tear, I dripped
and the intros of new narratives, I skipped
My heart froze.
insensitive, they thought
numb, they sarcastically gloat,
I may look careless but not I'm not carefree
Empty.
In dire need of ecstasy,
as the apathy doesn't fade easily.
No option,
but retreat from the sweet-toxic mockery,
stuck in outright contradictions,
heart occupying brain,
dignity is useless and in vain.
Will I ever be loved like Mary-Jane?