Broken Circles

Love, I hunger. For more each time I breathe, each day I live. Sensitivity has become a trait of my character. I admit it, I'm self centered and oh so tough to live with. Every little anger request I made seeming to add agony to people's life. How so? Coz I do not know how to humor. I'm like a jinx. I come in and break people apart. The circle of bond, or of small mindless chats. I come in make a comment and breaks it up or with my mere presence. I couldn't speak the false. Couldn't live with false feelings. They can. I get hurt just coz someone forgets me. I've fussed and been presented with answers I do not want to hear. Coz they make no sense. I've been presented with comments about my own too sensitive mind. Been told to brush things off, been told to laugh things off. I hunger for love, for attention from just about anybody. Don't give me promises if you do not have the intend. I hold on to promises and hurt myself afterall, what are promises but small things, particles in the wind. I run with the wind for want of chasing them back, to catch them in my palms. When I open them up, it's just another sense of emptiness and another broken circle. One I broke up again while chasing back what I thought should have been mine. Then again, maybe nothing was ever mine.