Consistency is the antithesis to splitting

I

The machinery of dysfunction is everywhere.There are aspects and elements that I want, but I’ve met the stuff of others. Maybe I  don’t really  care and it’s all just maintenance territory, keep them warm to keep me happy. Or is it just a soul thing that will one day eventually come around. I’m fine with where I left, not accepting the potential for a slow burn or a nice good bye. I see no reason to be involved;it's  a flesh wound in the intricacy of  scraps. Still processing the injury, probably won’t  fully eject, but we're moving in different directions on different worlds.
 I sense the separation, but I won’t  out stay my welcome. I’m
sad but it’s ordained and I won’t accept less than he- The standard moving forward, sick of being a battery or a toilet. Need to get back in my own bubble and read  more books.   This group situation  is an elevator  going down. Need to re-fall in love with my own ground.

II V

You sucked my strong, I  guess it was your stuff, but I never felt so betrayed or rejected .  Snuffed out, like  there was nothing good in me, just  the start place where  everything  reads  wrong. Is this another mother or the original feel ? Same-same.The world rejects you,  then scruff of the necks you,  declining the me in me, as it walks on. Cos It’s a v thing when they  ghost you, then turn around and misquote you  - all your saving graces machine gun blasted down . So tell your reasons, when you’re  ending, tell them loud and unceasing, everyone deserves the  truth of a good let down. MB