`123 Poem by Dislocated Heart

Just a bit detached.
a little alone.
with a dash of sadness.
I'm just a bowl of popcorn, stale waiting to be dumped out.

I'm a little distant,
weird and out of this world.
Full of flaws and thoughts,
I can't seem to let go.

Over-thinking is my forte,
Analyzing is my job.
Waiting for disaster is what I'm here for.
and Love? well, lets not.

Once, it went my way.
Twice, It played me straight.
third time.. I'm avoiding love all the way.