This loneliness runs rampant
in and out of my soul, sending
shivers down my spine and into
every fiber of my being. Almost
as if she went to the party
just to turn right around and
leave - effortlessly - like her.
The way Sorrow kicks off her shoes
and flops onto the couch reminds me
that she is with me everywhere I go
an extra unwanted shadow able to
communicate with all the ghosts of
my past all the missing links and every
single story that was better off without me.
She feeds on my pain and insecurity.
Much like the Poetry in my veins
likes to sharpie the walls into oblivion
thank god I never stay in one place
very long - it always gets painted over
fairly quickly - so the new tenants
don’t have to deal with an extra dose
of reality too real for actually living.
My insecurities are brothers and sisters
that linger in my kitchen at mealtimes
because they know I will have leftovers
my eyes have always been so much bigger
than my stomach and my heart has always
been so swollen from feeling too much
that they never learned how to just be
the emotions everyone else lives with.