Alone

Alone.

an emotion that could possibly eat you out. just devouring your soul as you slowly suffer in the unbearable pain. Alone with nothing but that pain that holds you. strokes you softly, calling you theirs and being by your side.

it's like the right words but the wrong person.

this person is alone.

it's like the right actions but the wrong emotion.

it's like the right attachment but the wrong gesture.

just like a clingy lover it just hangs onto you, promising to not let go because it wont let you go. you're alone. and the thing attached, is alone. the feeling of aloneness. the feeling of just not being there. appearance versus reality. a fake one.

completely two different sides. two different stories. it doesn't make sense to you, does it? maybe you just don't feel it? maybe you're overthinking, just maybe?

the alone person is lustily associated with you. you live for it. just to sit in your room and cry. shred hot, steamy tears sliding down your slender eyelashes. because no matter how close alone is to you it will never make you happy.

Alone.

as it sits with you. intertwines its hands with you and just to be with you but you could never laugh or smile because it won't leave you alone. it'll be there, watching you, digging its nails into you. slowly making out with you. as your lips yearn and desire for more, eating your souls out because its relevance with you, that potent connection with you.

but if alone left you... wouldn't you still be alone?