I love being alone. It let's me think and helps me relax, but I hate feeling lonely. I hate craving someone else so much it hurts. I hate comparing the coldness of the night to the warmth of someone elses embrace. People complicate things. They add variables in places you use to be so sure about.
For some people you expect nothing and they deliver less. Its never a question of who and why but when and how. So I sit in my cynicism, never letting someone get to close.
Never letting people know what buttons to push. What strings to pull to make me dance. Even with friends I am cautious. Knowing most of them are as tempary as washable tattoos. However, not matter how much I exculed myself. These nights get colder. My eyes get heavier. And I'm reminded of how miserable it is. To be alone when I crave someone to fill the gap. Even when I want to be alone. I want to be alone with her. And that makes all the difference.
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A Boy And His Box
PoetryHey! This is my first time doing something like this so sorry if I suck. This is going to be a book mostly filled with poems I write. I'm going to do other things with later ,so of you don't like poetry stick around for some adventures. This book is...
