An Exhaustive Search

Puncturing Holes Into Expectations

I'm on hiatus with you,
One spanning several months,
Not even a minute of my return
I've already begun my stunts.
My feelings for you resurrected,
What passion ready to burn!
I scribble on a plethora of papers,
How I feel so much better
Writing through all of them,
My surroundings fill poem by poem,
What a pleasurable experience,
I'm pleased by my competence!
But when it comes to posting you,
I have the same obsession
As before, gnawing at my happiness,
Prompting me to question
The quality, for my viewers lags,
And if I post a selfie,
It's crowded, barely any space,
Would you rather see my face?!

Apathy arrives to my house,
A friend I haven't invited for a long time,
Our interactions are intermittent,
But the next one's eminent,
For there comes a point I stop caring,
Not sparing any time tolerating nonsense,
Who cares if those are trends,
Who cares if I lose friends?!
I learned to abridge my expectations,
Leaving no room for depression.
You can call it a lonely existence,
But I'll prove to you I can do
More than be bedridden,
For I find entertainment
Glued at home with a pen
Awaiting to bleed
On several papers for my poetry.
Whenever I had no one,
Even in the absence of my own shadow,
Poetry was always there for me.

My fanbase comes and goes,
Like I am abandoned to rot,
What a ridiculous motive!
Time for another reason to live,
For all that gives me is a slot,
Ample time to play with words,
Weaving them together,
Fine tuning my craft for the better.
Through the deepest contemplation
Is fuel to my dedication,
Leading to the conception
Of several poems worthy of publication,
Such prying eyes to arrive,
Curious of what I write,
Leading me to thrive!
Let this be part of a collection,
This shall be a prized possession,
I thank myself for my productivity,
Now I serve myself a cup of tea
To celebrate my newfound skills.