Well, I guess it is ok.
Alone for the night again
There seems to be a pattern of sorts,
And I am stuck in a game of pretend.
Call it electronegativity
Like fluorine, I pull myself in
And am loath to give away
Pieces of myself. I'll wear too thin.
It’s proximity that attracts
No control of who is nearby
But my innate positivity
Will capture hearts with pride.
But when they're in my possession,
Control I have not,
My neutrality a vice that lessens
My will to hold them taut.
So their hearts suspended,
Circling my outer shell,
As far away as possible,
But close under my spell.
Drawn tight enough to fill my need,
But still unsatisfied,
My strong electronegativity
Repels true love inside.