to be lonely

it’s the morning and he’s left again
when you’re food loses its taste
nights when no one texts you
looking through old pictures
it’s the four am’s where all you can do is think
the long showers
it’s remembering
it’s trying to forget
crying yourself to sleep without knowing why
not knowing how to talk to people
it’s wandering into chatrooms
when someone sees you and says we need to catch up
but you know you never will
when you see a mother hold her child
the empty tissue box
it’s the hours online searching for something
waiting for him to call you back
seeing your friends happy
never being asked how you are
it’s missing home
it’s kissing strangers
and it’s endless


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