Wanting To Be Alone

I’m holding on to you,

My dear,

I’ll never let you go.

But what if space

Is what I need? I may be

Here, physically,

But my presence isn’t present.


I love you

Don’t you love me?

Yes, but I

Love myself more.

The Broken Doll

She sits on the wooden shelf

An unwelcome grin etched on to her face

As the people around her

Mill around the house

Go about their day

And pay her no attention.

She waits

Patiently with her stiff limbs

Hoping all day

Today’s the day

When they come home

They’ll pick me up off of the shelf

And play with me.

The hour arrives,

The family trudges in

One

By

One

And they begin to mill around the house

And go about the rest of their day

Without a glance at the shelf

Where the doll sits by herself

Waiting for love.

Silence

Silence screams static into my ears

Every minimal sound

Is a bomb interrupting monotony.

Yearning for interactions with others

Even if they are not my own.

 

The dull glow of the silent television offers no comfort

The thumping music diminishes-

Not welcome at this time.

Visitors are welcome

But none come or go.

 

Right now, the only comfort

Comes from my own sanity.

But how much silence can I take?

How much silence can this room hold

Before it breaks?