❛ loneliness,
a bitter tasting edge to daily life.
for me, its not some dark cavern that continously tugs at me, wanting me to drown
that was depression.
no, being lonely is, as cliche as it sounds, the feeling of being alone in a room full of people.
its soaking up all the human interaction with your acquaintances, despite that it never fully leaves you satisfied because its no one close .
its looking out at everyone and feeling like an outsider.
its the burn of the longing and ache in your chest, the wanting wanting wanting but never feeling brave enough to take.
its the i wish i wish i wish, but knowing its never enough.
its the hopeless hoping, and the maybe some day ❜
━August 27, 2021
hi
YOU ARE READING
BEETLEJUICE , poetry
Poetry. . bitter me, how sweet of you to ask if I'd be your muse and go and paint me blue © 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝
