loneliness is a drug best taken in the company of others
when love is felt with numb hearts and laughter reaches the ears of the deaf
take it slow over the course of many days so as to not alert your sisters and brothers
until finally one day there's nothing left

“I’ll always be here”
are words you’d utter
with confidence
now, every word you say
is filled with reluctance
you never say always anymore

define me as the wasted youth
the ungrateful living
dare i be a poet during the days of Wordsworth?
or shall i rot like the predecessors?
every day is a continuum
of me wanting you back
wishing away my youth and dreaming
of emptiness

Am I still your sunshine?
Can you still love me?
I’ve never stopped loving you.
And if I’m being honest, I don’t think I ever will.