By the end of the day, I’ll still feel all alone even when I’m surrounded by people. I know I’m not alone, but I feel alone. Feeling and knowing are two different things, unfortunately.
Coffee and heart to heart conversations in this cold weather sounds good right now.
Winter days remind me of you
for I crave to be under your skin,
and wrapped next to you
rather than to be alone
because you make me
wish I was never this alone.
It’s such a blessing to have you in my life, and I find your hugs so comforting, but the thing is I know you don’t look at me the way I look at you and the truth is I will always feel chemistry when it comes to you because you build that connection, that boundary that I cannot find with someone else for it is so, so rare. It’s a risk to take, but it’s not a risk I’m willing to take if it means I can lose you, and so it’s my fault for not taking the leap of faith.
I admit it—
that I can hear
the hollowness in my bones
from the depth of my heart
for it being emptied and poured
into people’s soul,
and people’s heart.
I’m terribly lonely
that it’s an ache
that keeps me awake
at five thirty in the morning.
I think at times,
it grows unbearable
for I feel so alone
which is the worst combination
of feeling so empty.
I can write a love
story for you because you
are worth speaking of.
I don’t mind waking up Sunday mornings for you
to make you breakfast,
and to see your face first thing as the sun rises,
then kiss your forehead to start off my day.
I don’t mind running to the supermarket at 10 o’clock at night
to make you midnight late dinner from when you return from wherever.
I don’t think I would mind finding comfort in you,
for I would hold your hand in the dark
and find love in you
when I know you’ll never find love in me
because love is selfless, giving, and kind.