Connection Failed

I feel slighted

I confided

in vain

insane of me to have the same taste

and think something would change

what of it though

this urge to love

the unlovable

what compels me

to be drawn to the broken

the draining

the lost

perhaps to save them from themselves

but at what cost

they cannot afford the price of my peace

and now they're simply a piece

of my past

of my history

it is only a loss on their end

I don't make connections easily

but I've mastered the art of the disconnect