I despise the loneliness that encases my heart
That allows illusion and hope to come in.
There are those who enter and thrive,
But
The ones that I value most are the ghosts
Who made promises. The beings that feigned interest.
They spoke highly of my merit, my character, and just
When I thought they would make a camp next to mine
They dissipated, like smoke, into thin air. They left me by the fire
I constructed to keep us both warm throughout the night.