to feel nothing and everything
with no in between
to feel ever so deeply
but knowing these feeling aren't yours
empathy?
or is it mimicking
because the incapability of actually feeling
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 7:36 AM UTC
I'm here in my lonely room
Writing a lonely poem
While listening to a lonely song
That didn't last that long
And thinking for a lonely word
That would rhyme my lonely world
Here again in my lonely place
without a smile on my lonely face
A shoe with an untied lace
while running in this poetic maze
It's funny how everybody's happy
while I write this poem sadly
I want to cry so badly
because I'm so ******* lonely
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
First times had always been important to her.
The first time she learned how to ride a bike without the trainer wheels, the first time she got a great grade on her test.
Because these first times were special only when they happened for the first time.
Riding on the bicycle without the training wheels was no longer unusual, getting good grades wasn't new.
They just became regular habits. She never regretted having all of those first times; the only one she ever regretted was the first time you spoke to her; looking into her eyes.
Because now, even after all those years,
she still can't look away.
-A.A.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC