Loathing! Poem by Arrogant Bandit

Words spoken quickly, but
always absorbed.
Bitter expression, but
waiting for sweetness back.

Alone in my home with my thoughts
and other people's words tapering
back and forth in my head.
Wondering if they hate me or not, or even if they care.
A heart to heart is hard to ask for
in this distracted world we live in.

It appears certain ones care but, you are just there,
while their love ones are not.

A world so considered by sex, to repopulate.

Selfish times call for humble pleasures.