I got so used to being alone
When you filled the empty space
I was afraid there wouldn't be any left for me
Now I don't know how I had any, for anything, but you
Maybe I didn't
Maybe that's the problem
I don't care anymore
I should; But I can't
I don't want to be alone in here
Specifically,
I don't want to be alone in here with me
You know how to talk to her. She listens to you
I never know what to say
You say nothing
We jump.
About the Creator
J
I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil
Boundless
A geographical map could take you there. To the places I've been, to the sights I've seen, to the landscapes I've climbed. But no compass could point you in the direction of my memories. To the experiences I've lived, to the happiness I've felt, to the wonder I've held so close to my heart.
By Alyssa Musso4 days ago in Writers
Comments (3)
I completely vibe with this feeling. Powerful piece J!
Well-wrought! Did you draw the swans? Very cool depiction!
This poem is a beautiful and moving exploration of loneliness.