06:17 pm. 11/05/2021.
I've tasted Loneliness, I've drank it, I've been filled with it, I've definitely gotten high on it, been drunk as fuck on it, it has for sure gotten me shit faced. Loneliness is an old friend, we've danced, tango, waltzed, mention it, we've danced it all.
Loneliness and I have eaten on the same table, we've drank together. Loneliness is a fucking faithful companion, it clings and stays with you until there's a genuine reason, and trust me, it will know.
Loneliness laughs, and it mocks, it watches you as you try to fill up your boredom, it watches and laughs as you try to ignore it and keep yourself occupied with Tiffany Haddish videos, Cooking videos and Wattpad.
Loneliness is a fucking bastard, an ugly egoistical bastard, it wants you to acknowledge it, it lives on attention, survives on it.
I've tasted Loneliness, if I haven't, why am I writing this.
YOU ARE READING
Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
