I’m lonely and I’m not ashamed to admit that but I don’t know how to counteract this feeling sitting in my stomach heavy as stone. Every morning waking up alone I’m unsure how to react to seeing my wall and not feeling an arm wrapped around my waist. Constantly calling on souls who can’t love me out this feeling.
I understand why I can only write about heartache and men who only love my body. Empty promises and full vessels don’t go together. Loneliness is sweeping me off my feet but I’d rather stay on the ground.