Leave Me Alone

When slamming the door doesn't fill

my anger.

When the pillow is covered with black

mascara stains imbedded in the fabric.

Those are the moments I want to

be left alone.

I want to hear the door lock.

Just to have the feeling of being alone.

But something drives me to feel the

need the need of someone.

But I feel like no one is there to

follow in my tracks, no one to help

me along the way.

I run to my pillows remembering

the people in my life who got out of

my grasp, the ones I wished I

could tell them that I  love them

before they left.

Before they left my life.

Before I was left alone.

Or even wanted to be left alone.

I hear from them.

But I'm to late.

To late for them.

To late for crying.

Yet I can't stop.

Can't stop crying, wanting, and 

wishing.

Just leave me alone.

I don't feel like I can love anymore.

I just want to be alone.

But I can't stop loving you.

I can't stop wanting you.