I don\'t want to write about loneliness
Because, the second I tell this to someone I love
They will swallow me up with their words and promises
For that moment
Where I am anything but, alone
I cannot even perceive empty
For that moment
I curse myself for not writing of beauty
Or hope
At least a dash of night stars worth
I am but, a dull moon
Dark til casted on by you
And I curse myself now
Dark and alone
When I know it\'s just a eclipse
I don\'t want to write on how my chest nearly throbs
And it robs my breath
I can barely breathe in this half lit closet and cold breathes on my ear
With whispers that clatter and scream
Suffocated and cold
I hold onto a kiss turned ember
It burned my skin
Into my heart
But, it barely glows
Your words
A blanket so I may keep my toes from the cold
Why can\'t I see you
Your echos are at rest
I wish I could write something beautiful for you