I scroll down the list of my contacts
I contemplate who I'm going to invite
I didn't realize I'm at the end
I didn't even pick anyone
It's sad to think
That I have the numbers of these people
But I can't even ask them
When I need someone to talk to
In the end it's just me
Me and my thoughts
Haunting me
Provoking me
I don't mind being alone
Because I love my own company
But there are times
When being alone feels lonely
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A Cup of Love
PoetryThoughts, words, and emotions fighting to be set free. (Poems about daily life, unrequited love, random things, battle of faith, and the ups and downs of being a human being.) May these entries encourage you to never give up, to keep on living, and...
