Loneliness
isn't when others
aren't there for you,
it is when you are not
there for yourself.
If you cannot be
there for yourself
in a world of billions-
that is true
loneliness.

Your fingers bled
from the roses you stole
from this heart.
Their thorns were helpless
against your cold
and merciless
grasp.

When the distance
begins to burn,
I call you 'the sea'.
Suddenly, you are here and
you wash away every flame
in my heart, my soul,
and my mind.

No one should be
responsible for your happiness.
No one should bear that pressure-
not your partner, nor family, nor friends.
Only you can determine it,
and with that happiness,
you share it with those
who deserve it.

Who are you
when the doors close and
you're left with your
shadow and silence?
Who are you
when no one is looking-
no eyes or judgement on
the way you conduct yourself
for everyday life?
Who are you
when there are no likes,
no comments and no audience?
Who are you really?

I only had to
gaze upon one of
your stars to fall
in love with
your universe.

It has been too long-
time is still passing,
yet the memories still remain,
sometimes clear as day,
sometimes like a dream.
But the longing to return to you
has created a galaxy within me
that no amount of stars
except your radiance
can illuminate.