Lonely

Fear of being known and discarded,

Is why I sit here alone in my apartment.

My stomach aches with an anticipation of another heartbreak,

I close my eyes for the third time tonight.

Can I take it;

After all, this is where I am safe,

I am the only home I seemingly know.

Rain collects on the sidewalk outside my window, and soon I’m in too deep.

Starring at the reflection before me.

Will I ever be the half to someone else’s whole,

Or do I let the desire to be loved, to meet the one -

Do I let it go.

As it has let go of me, many times before.

How long can you hold open, a closing door?

I sit here and think to myself, alone

On my apartment floor.