Insta-Poetry 3

Let me dissolve
right now, I can't fight
this agressive concentrate
solvent hope and plight
swimming cathartic
my unshakable fright
deep at the heart of it
was I ever alright?

Tell me anything,
I'm listening:
"Fuck off, weirdo.
You're unstable."
Dissecting a fable.
The fortune I made up
is not on the table.
I want to reconcile,
though held by a cable.
Tensile disinterest,
I'll quit, if I'm able.
 

anticipation, become me
reiteration is insanity
passion didn't fortify
venom I unleashed on thee
antisocial antidote
everything I ever wrote
a conduit for a growing moat
and here is me, without a boat