Stew

wanting companionship/friendship despite my own emotional disabilities and vices

With innocence, I stir my beef stew with carrots, meat and potatoes

I've always wanted something more

I have pieced myself together like I have cut and chopped this meal into one bowl

to simmer

and fill my house with a scent of substance

I make this dish and I do try to talk to them as they eat it

I wish I could keep their faces honest in my mind,

as they pause to swallow.

Is it obvious I'm high? 

Trying to make up for something? 

I haven't felt a thing in two years.

And still, I don't trust them.