This isn’t what I asked for.
I asked for freedom and confidence to open my hands and catch promises,
But I feel crushed by a suffocating loneliness that bids me to go to bed.
My eyes close and I let the darkness fall in on all sides,
because I realize I am afraid of myself.
I am not content with sitting up at night, listening to music,
Writing in a bed made for one person.
There’s this empty space beside me, cold and unloving,
Reminding me of a time when it was filled.
Now I’m filled to the brim with emotions,
Holding my face in my hands,
Wishing he was here to listen.
But I am quick to forget how it felt when he listened.
He listened to speak,
So he could tell me the image he wanted my body to portray.
He pulled me into his world and eclipsed mine in a blanket of
Black and white devoid of any of the color I created.
So I trade a warm body for solitude,
And tell myself I am strong, and I can be strong alone.