By: Shelbi Henny

The distinction of knowing and kindling 
tapping the verbal discussion on 
Do you really know me?
Lasting a following that stick and describe 
so many reasons to characters that disposition 
yet recalling unlimited minutes and the same number for years
to empty and nonexistent interactions 
that friendship doesn't sustain 
a cruel yearning for acceptance or solid coalition
that docket a stain of formidable foolish tenacity 
I am merely alone 
and diving into the questions of 
maybe its me 
maybe i've become so selfish that 
the acts of kindness I thought was projected 
was my audacity 
the love I exuded were excuses to proclaim placement 
and jealousy 
and the understanding I prophesied 
was anger target outward and in
like salt to the moist and wet 
landing of unity  
when I visibly shown I've been and will continue to stand alone
then and now 
I realize that maybe 
just maybe it could of been 
or that it is me 
or it was me 
or it should be me