Elizebeth Turnquist

Talking is my love language

Friendship my group therapy

I seek any excuse for verbal bonding

I’m eager to talk about my feelings

But I cringe at collective hate

We don’t need to assign a villain

The chaos of life can take the blame

Existential dread is heavy enough

Ganging up on others is petty

And distacts from authenticity

I don’t need a scapegoat in life

I need a companion to actively listen

A partner for intense conversation.