i don't like to be alone,
it's horrible.
but there's some sort of beauty,
one i cannot explain.
the feeling of chills as i sit on the floor,
every hair standing up.
the warm embrace of the dark room,
holding me closer than anyone ever has.
the thoughts that slowly drown out,
and all i can think about is being alone.
it's horrible.
a horrible beauty.
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Poetryi write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
