Another year spent alone.
And I didn't mind it, actually.
But sometimes it got lonely
Like on nights like these
When I could be out partying
But instead I'm home alone.
Although I am an introverted person,
Solitude gets boring
And I'm longing for the touch of someone else.
At this point I don't even care who it is.
I just want to feel the warmth of another body,
The touch of their skin,
The sounds of their chest rising and falling.
It doesn't even have to be sexual,
That's not what I want.
I just want someone to curl up with me
And cuddle with me in bed
Under all my blankets
To keep warm during this Chicago winter.
I need someone
Even if it is just for a night,
That would be alright.
But instead I'm laying here all alone
In the cool darkness.
Longing for someone
—anyone—
To break the solitude of an introvert.
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crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)
