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Kirsten Claire Jul 2018
In response to a,
"How are you doing?"
I beamed the brightest smile
And responded with a,
"Good."
But I was not good,
Nor bad
Nor fine
Nor any manner of redundant emotions
But I was lonely
Despite the friends
The family
The boy
And it stirred up a flame of anger in my heart.
How could I be lonely
When I did not deserve it?
In an attempt to fan the flames
I texted
I called
I talked
And did everything I could
To shun the feeling
That is loneliness
But what I did not realize
Is that at this moment in time
On this day
In this hour
I was meant to feel lonely
Loneliness was meant to enter into the home of my heart
And that is okay
So next time he comes along
I am going to open the door
Pull out a chair
Grab him some tea
And abide with him for a moment
Because as crazy as it sounds
Loneliness makes me feel
A little less lonely
An open letter to a feeling that made me feel a little too much yesterday.
Kirsten Claire Jul 2018
I never knew such intimacy
Could be felt in a shared laugh
Or stories shared
Act as glue
Binding our souls
Ever so closer together
Kirsten Claire Apr 2018
Hands clasped over your eyes
Wet rivers of red seep down your face
You are covered in the stains of your tears
But I do not care
Not one bit
So I remove your hands from your face
Grab a clean rag
And wipe away the pain
I clean your clothes
And put you in something
Not marred by the stains of your hurt
So when I say that I want to care for you
Hold you
Help you
Know that I mean it
Kirsten Claire Apr 2018
It was one breath
One step
One long free fall
Back to Earth
But I feel alive again
Kirsten Claire Apr 2018
There was no touch placed
Upon my sacred skin
But your piercing eyes
Like an animal
Or someone of
Malevolent intentions
Were enough to make
My entire body crawl
Kirsten Claire Apr 2018
She dreams in bright places
But lives in the dark
Her life is a blanket of shadow
But at night she always turns on the light
Kirsten Claire Apr 2018
"Good morning,"
He whispers to me
And every morning after that
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