Loneliness
She is with me.
Anywhere I go,
anytime of the day,
any type of mood I'm in,
anything I do,
she is with me.
At night,
I can feel her cuddled up next to me.
She's a crazy, jealous girlfriend;
doesn't want,
won't let
anybody else have me.
She yells at me
until my tears are flowing,
and my breath is rigid,
and I remember,
she doesn't need to keep people away from me.
They already don't like me.
During the day,
she holds my hand. Just to remind me,
I'm with her, nobody else.
Just to remind me,
I have her, nobody else.
Sometimes, I let go of her hand,
to talk to other people,
to have other friends,
but then I see her in the background.
She peaks through crowds of people,
stares at me with her cold, unloving eyes,
distracting me from those around me.
In a room full of my favorite people.
I am only paying attention to her,
only paying attention to my utter despair,
knowing I'll only ever have her.
I want to break up with her.
I really do.
When I talk to my friends about her,
they say,
"She doesn't deserve you" and
"But, so many people love you,
You don't need her."
And, maybe I don't need her,
but, she has been my girlfriend for so long,
she's a part of me.
And, maybe, people do love me,
but, not as much as she does.
She, unlike anybody else,
has never left my side. No matter
where I go, she is there.
Reminding me,
I'll only ever have her.
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diary of a shitty (aspiring) poet
Poetrymy poetry may not be good, but it's real and people do say "it's the thought that counts" so, when it comes down to it isn't realness good enough?
