ELEVEN

 

it may be this is the lonely feeling i’m bound to feel my whole life.

where no one knows your stories.
no one is waiting for you in your favorite coffee shop.
no one is smiling to hear your name,
questioning you when you haven’t got the strength to talk.

it’s something real,
lonely because there’s no one around to make you happy,
??or to make you sad.

i hate the people who make me cry,
and the ones too cold to dry my eyes,
i hate the people who have forgotten to love me.
but i miss them
because i always knew
that they were there.

tonight i’m going to lock my windows,
shut up all the doors,
retain the things that will not be forgotten,
retain myself.