Among friends & yet pigeonholed.
It’s not that I mind or that it’s even difficult,
But the desire to be with someone isn’t easily stopped.
I hate how much I desire to feel the loneliness I already know to be encompassing.
Feelings that aren’t shared are my speciality,
Life unrequited takes less effort than expected.
Every night of nothing has suddenly become a memorial to mundaneness.
Shaky hands & noodle like arms,
Legs that are trying to run & eyes that can look everywhere but straight ahead;
Words are something I’m officially not sure of how to use.
Rows of chairs are nice because distance is implied from the start,
But when a couch feels as long as football field;
Sometimes sitting seems like more torture than anything.
And I’ve realized after many meals alone,
These times have been chosen rather than fate;
For those we’ve lost in this mortal coil,
Are often the best of company for food or a drink.